<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:13:07.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiff Niff</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-1273462233550440065</id><published>2009-08-28T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:23:17.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>Hey, I set up a new blog with my new email address. I didn't like signing in to my old email address to blog. so my new blog is tadams08.blogspot.com     Check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-1273462233550440065?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/1273462233550440065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=1273462233550440065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/1273462233550440065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/1273462233550440065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2009/08/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-4912552939006004504</id><published>2009-08-28T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:36:07.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CDO</title><content type='html'>Yes. My OCD is so bad I might as well call it CDO. It drives me crazy sometimes. Like right now. I finally got my mom's sewing machine so I can start sewing lots of things. Well in order for me to sew I need to dedicate a spot in my apartment. Yeah, not as easy as you would think. I finally decided were I am going to set up the sewing machine. Problem: I have to move stuff to the office to make room for the sewing machine. Well there's no room in the office so I need to organize the office. Well, to organize the office I need to organize the closest. Well, the closet is full of boxes that need to go to my mom's house. Well, she doesn't have room for more boxes, so I would have to help her with anything I bring to her house. I JUST WANT TO SEW! In order to organize one thing, I need to organize another. And being CDO, it's just too much in my mind. Too much to do. So much to organize. I can't decide where to start or where to put anything. So yes, this is my dilemma. I have so much to do, yet no where to start. It's driving me bonkers!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-4912552939006004504?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/4912552939006004504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=4912552939006004504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/4912552939006004504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/4912552939006004504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2009/08/cdo.html' title='CDO'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-6625425816051008236</id><published>2009-03-25T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:02:01.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JibJab fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzODAxODQ5NjkyMSZwdD*xMjM4MDE4NTEyNzY1JnA9MTkxMTMxJmQ9MzAzJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*2ZDFjYTI5MjJhNDk*YjQwODNhZDFkYjc4NmQ1NWEyZQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A872020' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=ybsgxOvnLLGTYvyn&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=ybsgxOvnLLGTYvyn&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=ybsgxOvnLLGTYvyn&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-6625425816051008236?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/6625425816051008236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=6625425816051008236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/6625425816051008236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/6625425816051008236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2009/03/jibjab-fun.html' title='JibJab fun'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-5436376337492105433</id><published>2008-12-08T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:08:43.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>So Kim and Daniel just dropped off Owen at our apartment. I am soooo excited! Owen has been asking about staying with me and Uncle Jesse for a while. Kim goes to the hospital at 6am tomorrow. She should have Jude by 8am. I am sooooo excited!!!!!!! I get to spend lots of time of Owen, and get a new little nephew! I love being an Aunt!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-5436376337492105433?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/5436376337492105433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=5436376337492105433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/5436376337492105433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/5436376337492105433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-2941613769669764351</id><published>2008-11-09T06:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:34:10.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait......What?</title><content type='html'>I GETTING MARRIED IN SIX DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-2941613769669764351?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/2941613769669764351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=2941613769669764351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/2941613769669764351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/2941613769669764351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/11/waitwhat.html' title='Wait......What?'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-6367578568075144686</id><published>2008-10-18T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:56:00.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Days</title><content type='html'>No, not the Sandra Bullock movie where she is in rehab, that's how many days I have left until the wedding. Four weeks................................Four more Sunday church services...................................Three more worship team practices...........................One more MOPS meeting.................This is it.&lt;br /&gt;It is getting so close now.&lt;br /&gt;The bachelor and bachelorette parties have come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy. Everything is happening so fast now.&lt;br /&gt;I am SO CRAZY EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Note of warning, I may be extra cranky the next, um........FOUR WEEKS! I got a lot of things running through my head so I wanted to pre-warn everyone that I might snap at you.&lt;br /&gt;Wow,&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have words to describe what is going on inside me. My heart is so full of joy. (My head full of lists)&lt;br /&gt;So I just keep reminding myself that this IS happening, and it's going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I am excited!!!!!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-6367578568075144686?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/6367578568075144686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=6367578568075144686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/6367578568075144686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/6367578568075144686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/10/28-days.html' title='28 Days'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-616100924833149352</id><published>2008-10-13T23:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:43:55.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why is life so hard? Why do we have to go through the things that come our way.&lt;br /&gt;My family has been going through a lot lately. My mom and her siblings had to make a though decision last week. They put my grandma in an assisted living facility. She has been there five days now. My mom took my grandpa to see her today. I asked her how it went and she said ok. My grandma hugged my grandpa and cried on his shoulder. My mom said they had dessert together then when to sit on the couch and watch TV. I guess my grandma told my mom "I don't like what you did to me. I don't like it here." My mom said she cried and went to talk to the nurse. My grandma is the only resident in the Alzheimer's wing right now. Well they stayed for quite a while and when they left my grandma again hugged my grandpa and cried. I started crying when my mom told me while she started to cry again too.&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me sad to think that there are times when she remembers things and people and she cries. My family is so emotional and we get it from my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;I also cried tonight cause as my mom was telling me that she missed her mom I was thinking about when I am going to be in that situation and I have to put my mom somewhere. I am close to my mom and don't want to have to do that. I am so proud of my mom right now. I don't know how much this separation from her mom kills her, but I know it does and she doesn't show it that much. She tells me she is sad for my grandma, and that makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;I know that one day it will be me going through what my mom is going through. I just hope I can be brave.&lt;br /&gt;So why? Why do we have to be so emotional? It's a blessing, and it's a curse. I really hate it right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-616100924833149352?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/616100924833149352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=616100924833149352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/616100924833149352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/616100924833149352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/10/why_13.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-1161230998879445861</id><published>2008-10-13T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:27:21.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-1161230998879445861?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/1161230998879445861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=1161230998879445861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/1161230998879445861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/1161230998879445861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/10/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-4225672118242266164</id><published>2008-09-28T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:15:56.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Gift!</title><content type='html'>We got our first Shower gift last week. My Aunt Cathy and Uncle George come down to help my mom out and got me and Jesse a Shower gift. Here is a pic of the blanket she made us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SN-fbgTDCII/AAAAAAAAGIc/zbxd45bXSMc/s1600-h/100_5089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SN-fbgTDCII/AAAAAAAAGIc/zbxd45bXSMc/s320/100_5089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251090985412397186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so soft!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-4225672118242266164?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/4225672118242266164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=4225672118242266164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/4225672118242266164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/4225672118242266164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-first-gift.html' title='Our First Gift!'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SN-fbgTDCII/AAAAAAAAGIc/zbxd45bXSMc/s72-c/100_5089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-8944847292238146659</id><published>2008-08-22T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:31:34.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Work, Work</title><content type='html'>This week a team from Georgia came out to help us with our church remodel project. They were awesome!!!!!! They worked so hard and got a lot accomplished. Last night after everyone left to go to sleep Kim, Steven, Jesse, my mom and I decided to get a lot of painting in the bathrooms done before today so the team could install stuff. We painting until 2:30am. My feet were throbbing. I went home, took a shower and headed to bed at 3am. I didn't fall asleep right away. My alarm went off at 7am this morning to head back to the church to work some more. I felt pretty good all day for only getting 3.5 hours of sleep last night. I finally crashed after I ate dinner. I am so tired and sore. My hands hurt typing all this. So I am going to go to sleep in my bed, which I haven't slept in in over a week, and sleep in. My brain is all a mess right now. I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-8944847292238146659?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/8944847292238146659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=8944847292238146659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/8944847292238146659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/8944847292238146659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/08/work-work-work.html' title='Work, Work, Work'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-8474801347906726333</id><published>2008-08-03T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:44:27.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm, Mmmm Good!</title><content type='html'>I had Jamba Juice today! I can't even remember the last time I did. It was soooo good! Jesse and I used to go there like everyday. It was amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-8474801347906726333?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/8474801347906726333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=8474801347906726333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/8474801347906726333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/8474801347906726333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/08/mmmm-mmmm-good.html' title='Mmmm, Mmmm Good!'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-317133127041454265</id><published>2008-07-06T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:42:28.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Of Firsts</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day!  Robert and Amanda invited us to the Alameda County Fair in Pleasington. I knew we would have fun but I didn't expect to have a day full of firsts. Here is all the things I did today that I have never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amanda showed us where she works at Wente  Vineyards. We stopped and did the wine tasting. (Yum, yum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We went to the Alameda County Fair. I had never been to it before but Jesse used to go when he was a kid.  It brought back so many memories of when we used to go to the SJC Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We when to the livestock auction for a few minutes. It was crazy! The man was talking so fast I could barley keep up with what was going on. But it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There was a horse race track there!!!! I have only seen horse races in movies and on TV.  I was so excited, (especially after watching Wildfire!) I begged them to go watch a race. We sat up in the bleachers for the first race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. After the first race Amanda decided to bet on a horse. Jesse shoved a dollar bill in my hand and told me to go bet on number 7. I was like "what?". So we went down and it was a $2 minimum bet. So I bet $2 on horse number 7 and Amanda bet $2 on horse number 2. Then we went down by the railing right by where the horses run by. I was so excited!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SHG1lpCXCzI/AAAAAAAAEx4/dvcTd6zSdnA/s1600-h/T+and+J+race+track.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SHG1lpCXCzI/AAAAAAAAEx4/dvcTd6zSdnA/s320/T+and+J+race+track.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220153101374655282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are right by where the horses run by!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SHG1gp9i8yI/AAAAAAAAExw/ZlGOMqWcOpo/s1600-h/Horse+race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SHG1gp9i8yI/AAAAAAAAExw/ZlGOMqWcOpo/s320/Horse+race.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220153015723553570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of our horse as it rode by. (It's the one in the middle). Anyways, we didn't win, but had a blast!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Robert and Amanda wanted to stay for the Steve Holy concert. They pre-warned me that he was a country singer and I was like OK whatever. Well he was really good!!! We sat kinda far back but it was fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SHG1bhyUrzI/AAAAAAAAExo/vJCGKxZtDrg/s1600-h/Steve+holy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SHG1bhyUrzI/AAAAAAAAExo/vJCGKxZtDrg/s320/Steve+holy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220152927629651762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Steve in the middle singing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much adrenaline runs through your veins when you do new things. I had a blast today!!!! I realized that it is good to do things you have never done before. Heck, you might even like it enough to go against all that you have been fighting off your whole life and buy a country CD. (Yeah, yeah, I am going to buy his album).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-317133127041454265?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/317133127041454265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=317133127041454265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/317133127041454265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/317133127041454265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-of-firsts.html' title='A Day Of Firsts'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SHG1lpCXCzI/AAAAAAAAEx4/dvcTd6zSdnA/s72-c/T+and+J+race+track.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-563319881504381255</id><published>2008-05-19T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:06:38.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Timing</title><content type='html'>God's timing is something you can never fully understand. Sometimes its the other people in your life that don't understand. But one thing is true; God's timing is always right. Whether you or others think otherwise. Here's an example. Last Thursday Jesse and I were driving to the church when we spotted a sign at the apartments that there was a two bedroom available. We decided to check it out. As soon as we entered the office, the manager immediately handed us applications. Then she grabbed her keys to show us the place. I was not expecting to see it at all. In fact, I didn't know what to expect. I have never done anything like this before. We looked around and were happy with what we saw. We left to go to worship team practice. We filled out the applications not knowing whether or not we were going to turn them in. I asked Jesse to talk with me about the whole situation. We talked about money, and doing what it takes to have that kind of responsibility. Then we waited. We sat and watched James play some Tiger Woods for awhile while we thought everything through. I just had this feeling like this was the right thing to do. I told Jesse I wanted to go forward with getting the place. Now this is were Jesse immediately started the whole "can we handle this. Can we afford this. You know that things will not be the same." I just told him I would be anything I had to do and that God would take care of us. We decided to turn in our application. The manager said we would find out if we got the place in a couple of hours. Well at 5pm the phone rang. She said the apartment was ours. I was shocked. This was the first time anything like this ever happened to me. I knew it was right. So we signed the papers and have already stared  moving things in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all this, Jesse and I have learned how to communicate on a much higher level. We balance ourselves out. I automatically think "Oh God will take care of everything" and Jesse automatically thinks "how are we going to do this?". So together we do what we can knowing that God is always going to take care of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also my first real adult decision. It was kinda scary. I didn't know what my parents were going to think. I didn't know how anyone was going to react. But I knew in my heart that I was listening to God. That we were including God in this decision. And whether we, or anyone else, felt it was too soon or too much, it was God's timing. And I praise Him for that!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-563319881504381255?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/563319881504381255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=563319881504381255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/563319881504381255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/563319881504381255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/05/gods-timing.html' title='God&apos;s Timing'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-5214564298829902273</id><published>2008-05-10T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:59:19.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Simple Act</title><content type='html'>That's all it takes, one simple act. It can change someones day for the better. Yesterday was a crazy day. I was so stressed I wanted to scream. I was a mess trying to get things done one time. Then I went to the church for worship team practice. I was stressed through the whole practice thinking about all the other things I had to do that day. After practice I went to the office to do secretary work. I still had to clean the church and go to the store for mother's day, I was not in a good mood. Steven came into my office and asked me what was wrong. I told me how stressed I was. Then he left to go talk to James about the edger or something. Anyway he came back to talk to me more about work. A few minutes later Beth and Maggie came in the church. Maggie was holding a colander and came up to me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SCY2d3j4sTI/AAAAAAAADxI/Gn9SDLAei4g/s1600-h/cherries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SCY2d3j4sTI/AAAAAAAADxI/Gn9SDLAei4g/s320/cherries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198902706604388658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It had cherries in it. She said they were for me. Then Steven asked Maggie if she told me they were for me to help me feel better. My heart leaped inside. I instantly felt better. I grabbed a cherry and ate it. It was good. The rest of the day was nice and I didn't feel any stress. It's amazing how much one simple act can change someone's attitude. I am truly grateful for that. So next time you see someone with a bad attitude, or they are really stressed, one simple act from you could change their day and  help them feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-5214564298829902273?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/5214564298829902273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=5214564298829902273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/5214564298829902273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/5214564298829902273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-simple-act.html' title='One Simple Act'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SCY2d3j4sTI/AAAAAAAADxI/Gn9SDLAei4g/s72-c/cherries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-3689942547874649361</id><published>2008-05-09T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:31:04.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for Jim and Pam!!!!! I love you!!!</title><content type='html'>So we watched the Office last night. It was awesome once again. At the end, it showed previews for next week, it said "next week on the special one hour season finale", we all screamed! We were like what, only one more episode!!!!! What are we going to do with no office??????? I just don't know.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SCUx-Hj4sRI/AAAAAAAADw4/vdRyZ5dEHwY/s1600-h/jim+and+pam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SCUx-Hj4sRI/AAAAAAAADw4/vdRyZ5dEHwY/s320/jim+and+pam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198616288120320274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss their faces. But I guess that's what reruns are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SCUyj3j4sSI/AAAAAAAADxA/AjCCRWo82F0/s1600-h/jim+and+pam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SCUyj3j4sSI/AAAAAAAADxA/AjCCRWo82F0/s320/jim+and+pam2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198616936660381986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH..........they're so cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-3689942547874649361?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/3689942547874649361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=3689942547874649361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/3689942547874649361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/3689942547874649361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-ones-for-jim-and-pam-i-love-you.html' title='This one&apos;s for Jim and Pam!!!!! I love you!!!'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/SCUx-Hj4sRI/AAAAAAAADw4/vdRyZ5dEHwY/s72-c/jim+and+pam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-5438158212137010148</id><published>2008-04-22T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:42:10.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to be an aunt again!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, Kim and Daniel found out last night that Kim is pregnant!!!!! WOOT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-5438158212137010148?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/5438158212137010148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=5438158212137010148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/5438158212137010148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/5438158212137010148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-going-to-be-aunt-again.html' title='I&apos;m going to be an aunt again!!!!!'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-5428501421568116674</id><published>2008-04-10T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:14:54.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Back!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>That's right, The Office is back!!!! I was soooooo excited today me and Jesse wore our Office T-shirts. We went to the Cole's house for the new episode. It was hilarious!!!!!! MORE OFFICE, I NEED MORE OFFICE!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-5428501421568116674?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/5428501421568116674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=5428501421568116674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/5428501421568116674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/5428501421568116674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s Back!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-6438707956537008752</id><published>2008-03-26T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:16:33.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it!!!!</title><content type='html'>I got an e-mail today from the photographer and she said November 15 was open. I was so happy I cried! I was trying not to get too excited until I was sure she was available to take the pictures. Now that the 15th is good for the photographer and Renee, I know that's when it will happen. This is it, my big day. Now it's time to plan, plan, plan!!!!!! I am so happy!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-6438707956537008752?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/6438707956537008752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=6438707956537008752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/6438707956537008752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/6438707956537008752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-it.html' title='This is it!!!!'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-1925314175512557722</id><published>2008-03-14T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:34:54.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Great Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>It still amazes me how every Birthday it better than the last. Not in the way of me getting more presents, or having a better cake, or going somewhere farther. It is the life changes. They keep getting better. Like this year Jessica gave me a flower to wear in my hair. Owen can say "I U". James has a girlfriend that I like to hang out with. A sister who I can spend all day with and have so much fun. Three little ones to help me blow out my candles and tear open my presents (I really enjoyed letting them help me). An awesome pastor and his wife. So many friends. And even though a few have gone away, there are new friends to share my special day with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is so awesome. They put up with me, and plan an awesome party, and even get gifts for the little ones. It was a GREAT day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for celebrating with me!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words for how much I appreciate you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-1925314175512557722?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/1925314175512557722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=1925314175512557722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/1925314175512557722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/1925314175512557722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-great-birthday.html' title='What A Great Birthday!!'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-6485005734522701692</id><published>2008-03-01T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:59:13.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again, My Boyfriend is the Best!!!</title><content type='html'>Today me and Amber watched my friends kids for her while she went shopping. We got to their house at 9am and left at 3pm. We had a grant time playing with the boys! While we were watching the kids, Jesse was at the church for the youth overnighter. Jesse's thing ended at 1pm and he said he was going to clean up after. Well I was supposed to go after I was done babysitting and clean the rest of the church. But my wonderful boyfriend cleaned the whole church for me. I was grateful! So I took HIM out on a date. We went to the Olive Garden in Tracy and stopped for ice cream on the way home. Anyways it was really sweet of him and think he is the best!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS BABE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-6485005734522701692?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/6485005734522701692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=6485005734522701692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/6485005734522701692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/6485005734522701692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-again-my-boyfriend-is-best.html' title='Once Again, My Boyfriend is the Best!!!'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-5415851073343411532</id><published>2008-02-23T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T01:39:35.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep? What is that?</title><content type='html'>So it's 1:38am and I just started getting tired. I guess mentally preparing to stay up late and scrapbook works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-5415851073343411532?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/5415851073343411532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=5415851073343411532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/5415851073343411532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/5415851073343411532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleep-what-is-that.html' title='Sleep? What is that?'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-3118854174502486486</id><published>2008-02-17T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:47:44.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask and you shall receive!</title><content type='html'>As I head off to bed I usually grab my laptop, check my e-mail, check my myspace, surf around and maybe play a game or two of Scramble. But as I surfed myspace last night I came across one of my old friends who just got a myspace because she moved away with her husband and wants to keep in contact with her family. So all these memories of us flooded my mind. Me, her and one other girl were inseparable for some time. We did everything together. We got Best Friends Forever necklaces and talked about our weddings, you know girls stuff. But as life likes to come in and crush your dreams the day came when we parted ways. It has been seven years now and she is married and now lives in Arizona. I just started remembering all the fun times we had and started to cry. I asked God, "why did you take her away from me?" My thoughts became to tell me of all the people who left a mark on my life and are now gone. I even made a list of those that had left and those that are still my friends now. Lets just say there were only two on the friends now side. I cried, and cried and prayed. I ask God what I should do. Should I contact her and see where that goes? Should I go to another church's young adults group? I finally told God, "if you want me to contact her, keep putting her in my mind over the next few days. Well He answered my prayer sooner than I could have guessed He would. Yeah, it all came down to the sermon this morning. It was about loving God with all you heart, soul, mind, strength. But what grabbed my attention was the mind. That I choose what I dwell on. If I am sorrowful, it's my fault. Right then God told me that I had a wonderful time with the people He placed in my life. That there is still life to live for Him. That I can look forward to all the new people He will place in my life for whatever amount of time He chooses. I may never have the "friend for life" I dreamed about, but God will be that. He will never leave me like all those people in the past. He loves me. That's all I need to focus on. To love Him with all I am. To trust Him. And as much as I still miss the times I had, and remember it all, I don't have to have sorrow in my heart. I can still look ahead and say "Thank you God for all the awesome people you have placed throughout my life".&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you God for answering my prayer so fast. Thank you for using your child to bring that message to me. Thank you for never leaving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-3118854174502486486?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/3118854174502486486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=3118854174502486486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/3118854174502486486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/3118854174502486486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/02/ask-and-you-shall-receive.html' title='Ask and you shall receive!'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-2108867070012801756</id><published>2008-02-14T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:45:02.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like being sick :-(</title><content type='html'>There's nothing like being home when you are sick. I always hated getting sick on trips and just wanting to be home. Well I was sick all day yesterday. I was at home which was nice but I had the flu. I can handle being sick pretty well, but not the flu. I HATE getting the flu. Yesterday was pretty horrible. What I hate so much is the nausea. I HATE feeling like I am going to throw-up. I would rather die. I went to bed early and got up twice. I finally got to sleep around 3am and slept good till about 9am. I woke feeling pretty good this morning. It's 12:45 and I haven throw-up yet. So I think the worst of it is over. The other think I hate about the flu is when you feel better you don't want to eat but your stomach is growling. So I am sipping on Sprite today and hopefully I will eat tomorrow. At least I don't feel like throwing-up today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-2108867070012801756?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/2108867070012801756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=2108867070012801756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/2108867070012801756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/2108867070012801756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-like-being-sick.html' title='I don&apos;t like being sick :-('/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-3684249297697914736</id><published>2008-02-09T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:34:18.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess for a day</title><content type='html'>Today Jesse and I went to Carmel / Monterey. We got there pretty early so we started off with a few trails. The view was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/R66W-xMhr0I/AAAAAAAAC8s/dSj79xKwWMQ/s1600-h/View.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/R66W-xMhr0I/AAAAAAAAC8s/dSj79xKwWMQ/s320/View.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165231827742469954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping on Ocean Avenue and I got a purse. We wanted to go on the 17 mile drive but the AT+T AM Gold tournament was going on the it was closed. So we headed back to Monterey and had lunch on the beach. After that we found a good place to sit and watch the ocean for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/R66YkRMhr1I/AAAAAAAAC80/rc_LuoL9UC8/s1600-h/Us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/R66YkRMhr1I/AAAAAAAAC80/rc_LuoL9UC8/s320/Us.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165233571499192146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way home we stopped for diner at a Basque restaurant. We had a family style meal with lamb and chicken (I had the chicken (poor lamb :-(  )). There was soooo much food we couldn't eat it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/R66aSRMhr2I/AAAAAAAAC88/1RPBe4RRAdg/s1600-h/basque.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/R66aSRMhr2I/AAAAAAAAC88/1RPBe4RRAdg/s320/basque.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165235461284802402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse treated me like a princess and I sure felt like one! It was an amazing day!&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Babe!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-3684249297697914736?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/3684249297697914736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=3684249297697914736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/3684249297697914736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/3684249297697914736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/02/princess-for-day.html' title='Princess for a day'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/R66W-xMhr0I/AAAAAAAAC8s/dSj79xKwWMQ/s72-c/View.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359484998720465397.post-7750043426651744231</id><published>2008-01-30T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:14:17.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Boyfriend in the World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/R6F1CiyVLlI/AAAAAAAAC8g/mpoJgYmnESI/s1600-h/flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/R6F1CiyVLlI/AAAAAAAAC8g/mpoJgYmnESI/s320/flower.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161535334501396050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jesse is pretty much the best boyfriend in the world! He bought me flowers today because I wasn't feeling good. Here is a pic of the beautiful flowers he got me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359484998720465397-7750043426651744231?l=tiffniff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/feeds/7750043426651744231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4359484998720465397&amp;postID=7750043426651744231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/7750043426651744231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359484998720465397/posts/default/7750043426651744231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffniff.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-boyfriend-in-world.html' title='The Best Boyfriend in the World!'/><author><name>Tiff Niff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11773533605104807591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XZfwcr6jE8/R6F1CiyVLlI/AAAAAAAAC8g/mpoJgYmnESI/s72-c/flower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
