Posted in 2017

Mourning the loss of a great man…


This has been a difficult week for my family. On Tuesday, we lost the patriarch of the Glover clan, my Granddaddy. He was nearly 95 years old and has lived a long and vivid life. Losing him was still a rather hard blow to us, though. His health had deteriorated over the last few months. He was undergoing treatment at a rehabilitation facility, as a matter of fact, when he passed away. In a horrible part of my head, I was preparing myself for this and had been for years. I told my friend that I didn’t trust Granddaddy getting better. He was getting better because he’d made peace with leaving. I was hoping he’d do the usual thing and show me how wrong I was, because he was certainly stubborn enough to do that. He didn’t, though.

Granddaddy isn’t someone I talk about very often, never really has been. In the past few days, I’ve been trying to pull on memories of him, anecdotes I could share with my kids, and I realized that I’m woefully short on them. Not because I wasn’t around him, though, honestly, I wasn’t around him overmuch. Moving to Savannah didn’t help that, either. I realized, though, through some soul searching and racking my heart for what I DID feel for the man, that the reason I couldn’t come up with but a few stories to tell was because… he was just there. He was my granddaddy. He was always tall and reserved, but never withdrawn. His love for his family was never in question, you never doubted for a second that he loved you and was pretty sure you were responsible for hanging some of those stars in the heavens (not the moon, though. That was all Grandmama.). The memories I have of him are of him telling stories about the people he grew up with, fought with in the war, or the trouble his kids got into growing up. My Dad was particularly good at that last one, so those stories always made me laugh and his war stories always proved that Dad got that gene honestly!

He was proud of his Irish and Native American heritage. It was a pride he instilled in his kids, his oldest, particularly. It has always been a source of pride for us and we owe that to him. He never focused on any negative issues surrounding his heritage and, instead, made every one of them into some amusing anecdote that made you smile with pride, too. Stubbornness? Temper? Iron-lined stomach? Mile-high alcohol tolerance? Charisma? The man had all of that in spades! No one, except his wife, ever complained about how long Granddaddy could talk, and that was yet another gift his bloodline carried on from generation to generation.


I could talk about his time in World War II. I could talk about his many years of working with the printers in Smyrna. I could talk about a thousand things that made him the man he was, but that’s not the man I grew up loving. The man I grew up loving was a giant of a man, well over six feet tall and broad shouldered enough to make you think he was taking over for Atlas some day. He had a dark complexion and jet black hair, with these brown eyes that I never saw hold anything but love in them. His favorite phrase was “and the like,” and he could charm his way into a Hooters like no one I’ve ever met. I’ll tell you a few stories about him, though they will never do the wonderful man I love justice. Be prepared to laugh and shake your head at them, though. I get that part honestly, too.

Story Time:

He lost most of his vision before they moved from Blue Ridge to Jasper, but when no one could get his Cadillac out of the garage, damned if he didn’t grab the keys and do it himself! What’s more, he did it using only his peripheral vision and didn’t so much as scratch the paint!

When we were stationed in New Orleans, we’d drive up for Christmas and stay with my grandparents. My grandmother had bought all four of her grandchildren these Snoopy sleeping bags that snapped up the side. She’d lay all four of us grandkids out in her formal living room, where the tree was set up until they’d enclosed the carport many years later. We were so excited to be there, sleeping on the floor in those sleeping bags at Christmas time, that sleep was a JOKE! We’d laugh and talk and the adults would get so irritated with us. After our parents’ coming in did no good, Granddaddy came in and scared the sleep out of us. You see, according to my Granddaddy, there was a witch who lived in the woods behind their house. At night, she would walk the neighborhood and find the kids who were still awake. She would haul them off with her, to her cabin in the woods, where she would boil them in her big pot and TURN THEM TO SOAP! Now, to a quartet of kids, this was the worst possible thing, next to being turned into broccoli or turnips. He’d go back to bed and we’d try harder to stay quiet. Just when we’d nearly given up on that, the breeze would blow outside. They had a gas light on the porch, which flickered. They had holly bushes lining the front of the porch. There was a street light across the street, but at an angle, so every shadow was elongated. They even had a porch swing that would creak when it moved. I’m sure you see where I’m going with this. The breeze moved the holly branches, the gas light flickered adding some yellow glare to the shadows as the swing creaked and the branches scratched the porch railing… we were SURE SOAPY SALLY WAS COMING TO GET US! Needless to say, we were quiet, because we didn’t want her to know we were still awake. The next thing we knew, it was morning! HE WON!

Yeah, that was my Granddaddy.

Now, he’s sleeping in heaven, leaving these memories behind to keep us warm as a winter storm threatens to roll us over. I’m glad he isn’t hurting, anymore. I’m glad he’s resting, finally. I’m glad he’s with his brother and mom and son. I know he’s watching over us, shaking his head at us as much as we’re shaking our heads at him. So, this is my goodbye to my Granddaddy. I won’t be able to attend his funeral, due to some rotten timing. I will, however, wear his love in my heart for the rest of my life. I only pray I can leave my kids and their kids with this same feeling when it’s my turn to go.

To quote a Randy Travis song from WAY back… “It’s a love without end, Amen.”


Until we meet again, Granddaddy…

I love you.



Posted in 2017, About me, Growth Mindset, Motherhood, Optimum Health, Tired of being Tired, Word of the Month

My Word for the January 2017: Growth

I’ve decided, rather than pick a word for the whole year, I’m going to pick one for each month and work towards achieving that word by the end of it. I’m going to tailor my Level 10 Life towards that word, in the hopes that using that word as a focus will help me move towards achieving it.

My word for this month is 7bd1f3842c7da29a4d2e0ef6fad3dfdc. defines growth as: the act or process, or a manner of growing; development; gradual increase.

So, how does that apply to the Level 10 Life concept? Well, there are 10 areas of the L10L concept and all you have to do is apply that word to each one. Here is an example circular spread I found online (here) to show you the 10 areas:



Well, let’s walk through it:

Area 1- Family and Friends= Growing my relationship with my family and friends has a lot to do with interacting with them. I’m going to do this a few ways this month: dating my family, writing letters to my brother and to a friend I’ve been horrible about keeping up with, and continuing to pray for their well being each night.

Area 2- Personal Growth and Development= the word is right there, people! In my case, I’m going to do this by working my way through Growth Mindset trainings and books to get as close to proficient in it as possible! I will probably have to put off starting my Masters until Summer so I can afford it, which makes me angry, but… nothing I can do about that.

Area 3- Spirituality= I need to learn how to meditate. Research and implementation will begin this week. In some ways, this can be Personal Growth, too, so there’s that!

Area 4-Finances= I suck with money, let’s just get that out, now. I pay my bills, but the rest… yeah. This will be the year that changes. On January 1st, I set up a savings account and I will put money in it every time I get paid. My goal is to have $1,000 sitting in that account for emergencies by the end of the year. I’m growing the habit of being conscious of money. I also need to get back on the coupon bandwagon. That’s another goal on my 100 things list!

Area 5- Career/Business= I’m applying that Growth Mindset to my daily life, even in my classroom. My class will be learning it with me, and I will try to take each day with the opportunity to grow in mind in my classroom. There’s so much to learn from each class. I need to remember that, too.

Area 6-Significant Other= I’m going to date my husband and spend time with him, just us!

Area 7-Fun & Recreation= I’m doing some work this winter learning about plants and seeds. You may not consider it fun, but I totally do. I’m dating my family, which is, by definition, fun. I’m also working on my 100 things list, which has a ton of fun things on it. My growth in this area is mostly in trying things and getting my backside off the couch!

Area 8- Contribution/Giving= A donation to the United Way is taken out of my paycheck every two weeks. That’s rather passive. I want to grow in this area, too. I’d like to attack the people at school, honestly. Start a “Random Acts” kind of thing where I just do something nice for a random person. I like seeing people’s faces when they are on the receiving end of it. I handed the guy I buy my newspapers from an extra $20 the other day. He’s a really nice guy who caught me in a math blunder and, instead of being a jerk about it, he was actually very gracious in his correction. I owed him some of that money, but, more importantly, I know he needs the money and I had it to spare. The smile on his face was totally worth it.

Area 9- Health/Fitness= I fell off the wagon with my health plan in the last few months and I need to get back on it. Since it’ll be easier once my schedule is back to normal, I will start this when I get back to work. I also want to hit 10K steps every day and to do that I’ll need to go for a walk every evening. There’s a really nasty weather system moving through this week, so I also need to clean up my treadmill and get it moved into the house so I can actually use it. This is my growth area here this month.

Area 10-Physical Environment= Holy cow! I need to get my physical space back in order. Something I’ve learned about depression, mostly by living it, is that when it hits you, your physical space goes to hell. My motivation for putting things away was nil for three months. At home, at school… I couldn’t keep up with it. I’m in a better place than I was, so now I’m going to tackle it. Christmas started the fix-up in my house, so now it will spread to my classroom, too. I want it all done by the end of the month.



So, there it is! My plan for my Level 10 Life with the focus of Growth this month. I’ll reflect on this when I choose next month’s word. Come play along with me!

What’s your word this month? How are you working towards accomplishing it?

Until next time!



Posted in 2017, Motherhood

I dated my kid on Monday…

Something I realized over this winter break is that I spend a lot of time with my kids, but I don’t spend a lot of time WITH my kids. There are a billion reasons for this, cleaning, projects, TV, Minecraft, arguing about whether to watch Pepa Pig or Shimmer and Shine… the list is endless! To be honest, my kids drive me insane! They’re kids, they’re supposed to. A lot of parents forget that, I think. Teachers, too (guilty).

So, one of the things I’ve decided to do this year is DATE my family. That means I will spend a night with just ONE of them every month. That’s three nights a month that I will spend with JUST THEM doing what WE want to do. It sounds so easy, but this crazy thing happens when life gets going… we don’t make time for that one on one time that we all need. By taking one kid out for the evening, the other gets quality time with Dad. By leaving them both with a sitter, and spending an evening with my husband, I can actually focus on HIM. Not on his nap, his RC car, taking him lunch or dinner because he can’t leave the track… I married that guy for some reason and, as God is my witness, I’m going to remember what it was!

So, on Monday night, my youngest daughter and I went on a date. It wasn’t anything horribly extravagant. We just went to the mall and shopped the sales. We stopped by Claire’s for jewelry, went to Build a Bear for clothes for her Bear, avoided Bath and Body Works (“I’m so sick of that place, Mom,” says Tadpole in her most teenager tone!), went into a store called Charming Charlie’s (higher end bling than Claire’s where everything in the store was “so fantastic” and “glamorous, mom!”), wandered through Hollister (because it has a porch out front, people!), then proceeded to go into every store that sold clothes for small girls looking for the perfect dress. Alas, nothing matched what we had in our heads. It was either not foofie enough, not sparkly enough, or the wrong size. Tragic, I know! We agreed that buying a new book was a good consolation prize and proceeded to Barnes and Noble to pick one out. Luckily, they had a perfect fit! 😉

Now, I know you don’t care much for my personal blathering about my date with a five year old, but I’m not really writing this for that purpose. I’m writing it because I want you to DATE your family, too. Even if it’s not every month, just spend time hanging out with ONE person, giving them your complete and undivided attention. My monster and I had so much fun tonight and I’ve already scheduled date night with my oldest daughter two weeks from now! While I don’t have a day nailed down for my husband, I WILL be going to see Rogue One (which I still haven’t seen, yet!) this month and he promised we’d go together to the awesome theater with recliners in Pooler! No phones, no kids, no distractions… just us!

Now, it’s your turn!

Until next time!


Posted in 2017, Growth Mindset, Teaching

Growth Mindset and me…

I’ve been doing a lot of reading over the last few months about the concept of “Growth Mindset” and I’ve been trying, not only to teach my class how to handle it, but also to convert my current thinking towards it, too.

I’ve found a few resources online, but nothing that really helps me incorporate it into my students’ day. It’s a bit frustrating, I’m not going to lie. Pinterest has a ton of little worksheets and I found some journals and workbooks for teenagers that I’m currently working through, myself. OK, honestly, I’ve set the notebooks/workbooks up, but haven’t really done much with them, yet.  If you’re interested, check them out at the links below. They’re both created by The SuperHero Teacher, who I am quickly becoming a huge fan of:

Today, I stumbled on another resource, this time on Youtube! Her name is Stefanie Faye Frank and she is the ONLY person I’ve seen in my search who talks about how to address this with your CLASS in a way that a) they’ll understand and b)be willing to do. This is the first time I’ve actually thought, “ok, I have a plan, then!” when I’ve looked at these resources. I’m going to embed one of her videos here so you can see what I’m talking about. This is just a basic “What is Growth Mindset?” level video that will take about 6 minutes to watch and it’s worth every darned second! Where’s the TedTalk with my new friend Stefanie, I ask you!?!

Seriously. Awesome, right?

I’m going to have to create this for my class from scratch, heaven help me! You’ll see more on this, later!

Until Next Time!


Posted in 2017, About me, Conversation Time

Conversation Time!

 I’m going to post one of these questions every week. They’re from the article I found yesterday, so, no I’m not dreaming them up. You can find the list of them here! 
You can answer this here, in a journal, on Facebook… wherever! If you don’t know the answer, find out! 

This week’s Question: 

What is your full name? Explain why your parents gave you that name.


So, let’s see if I can answer this one!

My name is Tiffany Anne. My mother said she decided my name was Tiffany when she laid eyes on me after I was born. She said it just sort of… fit. Anne is also my cousin’s name. Where she found either of them, aside from the obvious, I have no idea!



What about you?

Until next time,


Posted in 2017, Bullet Journal

100 things to do…

So, one of the things I’ve decided to do next year is complete a 100 things bucket list. It’s taken me a while to build this list, complete with poling family and friends in order to make this list something more than just a list of impossible things that I’ll feel bad about not doing.

So, here it is, folks! My 100 things to do in 2017 list!

Some of it is really silly stuff and very particular to me, personally, but there you go. I did a lot of digging around on Pinterest for it, so…



Posted in INFJ and Pisces... I'm SCREWED!

OK, so you’re an INFJ.

The first question you’re going to ask is, “What in the heck are you talking about, Tiff?” Well, it’s not as simple as a single sentence response, so let’s start from the top and work our way down, ok? The alphabet soup at the top up there is a series of letters that stand for a certain aspect of my personality, based on the traits assembled by  Isabel Briggs Myers, and her mother, Katharine Briggs. There’s a personality test you can take (it’s not a small test, folks, don’t expect one of those “post to facebook” type of things here) that will help you identify yourself based on your preferences in certain situations.

You can find a full description of each of the personality types (there are 16 of them) here, if you think you can figure yourself out just from the descriptions. Good luck.

Here’s how you can break me down… I’m an INFJ. You can find that descriptor here.

The short version is that I prefer:

Introversion (I)- being around new people makes me nervous. I don’t like making phone calls. I prefer typing my responses to everything and avoiding face-to-face interactions, as much as possible. That doesn’t mean I don’t like hanging out with my friends, because I absolutely do. It means I’m more anxious about doing it, though, and that, when I show up, I’ve had to convince myself that it’s worth going and doing this thing. I will be the person at a party on the couch petting the dog, not the one dancing on the coffee table.

Intuition (N)- I know things intuitively. I take in information from around me, emotions and expressions, mostly, and use that information to glean meaning. No, I’m not Sherlock, but I can usually tell you how something is going to go before it happens. I’m really good at reading people and instinctively know details about things to which I’ve never been exposed. Sometimes, it freaks me out, too.

Feeling (F)- I usually let how I feel about something dictate how I handle it. That doesn’t mean I’m an emotional drama queen, however. With my personality type, the N and the J (that part’s coming) influence this one, a lot. I pick up on other people’s emotions (the N is playing in here) and can very easily empathize with them. Keeping people happy is something I strive to do in order to maintain peace in my environment. Sometimes, this means I find problems that don’t exist. Go figure!

Judging (J)- This doesn’t mean what you think it means. I’m not judging you. This is more a decision making guideline. It’s how I process information that I take in. My brain needs things to be orderly and make sense. Chaos doesn’t sit well with me. I can’t stand asymmetrical designs. The movie needs to follow the book. My vacation needs an itinerary. Let’s not get this confused with my organizational skills, however. I try to keep things organized and sometimes I’ve successful, but other times I’m really lazy or my depression rears its ugly head and keeping things neat and orderly is just not going to happen. Besides, I also have two small children and a very P husband in this house. It’s not going to make my J habits an easy thing to do! However, I make deadlines. I usually blow those deadlines out of the water. And if I don’t, it gnaws on my conscience like a tick.


Now, this is not an easy personality to have. It’s borderline a disorder in itself. There’s so much in the N and F zones that need freedom and unrestricted space, where the J demands organization. I crave comfort, but also get driven crazy by the dishes in the sink. I want to go out and experience life with friends, but a weekend is my limit and there’s gotta be quiet time in there somewhere or I’ll go bonkers! I want to believe that everyone is inherently good, and the reality that they’re not is just a freakin’ nightmare. I am extremely creative, but when things don’t fit the way they should, I can’t move past it until they do. I want to know what’s going on in the world, but watching the news makes it impossible for me to think about anything positive for hours afterwards.

This personality type is found in less than 3% of the population of the world. It’s rare! Strangely enough, I’ve met a TON of people who are this personality type in the last six months, which means either there are a lot more of us out there, OR I’ve found the niches that we INFJ’s hide in. Either way, it’s nice to know I’m not alone.


I am curious, though, about how many of us INFJ’s have a mental disorder. I suffer from depression. I can’t be alone, there…

Until next time!