Tiff’s Birthday…Poor Tiff

Here it is Tiff’s birthday. Poor thing. Why would I say that? Well, I’ve never had any biological kids of my own (that I know of…ha ha… wink wink…nudge nudge…wait trust me I would know and it’s impossible) and yet I’m still raising a school age kid and have been for decades. However, out of all the kids I’ve raised poor Tiff has been the one that people swore was my own biological daughter even going so far as to say that they could see the resemblance. The only way that could be is if you went by the old wife’s tale about dogs and their owners evolving into looking alike. But that couldn’t be it because number one I would have to be the dog in that instance because Tiff’s too pretty which is also why you couldn’t say we look alike.

However, I can understand why people would think she was my biological daughter because she is like me in other ways. Poor thing. They really should have put more research into those “Be Like Mike” ad campaigns. I’m not sure she would have wanted to be like me if she knew she would inherit the things she did like anxiety, stress, worry, an incredibly soft heart, health issues, bad luck, and how to cuss like a sailor. Wait, that last one probably came biologically. Actually I’m quite sure it did from her mom’s side because of all those cussing West Virginia Pentecostal’s. (Just kidding Renee’) When I attended one of their services years and years ago and they started speaking in tongues they sounded like they were cussing like sailors and I’m pretty sure I peed myself a bit. Tiff even followed me into radio unintentionally. Poor thing. She adapted my warped sense of humor. Poor Tiff.

There’s also all the things she can be happy that evolved into that has nothing to do with biological parents or inheriting traits. She’s beautiful and super photogenic. She is an incredibly awesome friend to have. She stands by her friends and family no matter what. Although it isn’t healthy for her she will be there for anyone no matter what she may be going through herself. She has unrealistic dreams of saving every animal on the planet. She truly believes in the charities she supports and the rights of others. One thing I’m really proud that I taught all of the kids was to have good manners and respect. None of them let me down in that department. The one thing I haven’t been able to teach Tiff is that you don’t have to put everyone else’s feelings first. Sometimes you have to put yourself first. She’s just a young pup though, she has plenty of time to learn that. Happy Birthday Tiff.