Just Wait and See

2009 is just around the corner. Literally, it's tomorrow. A friend of ours every December makes predictions about his friends for the upcoming year. So I decided to step back, think for a moment, and make some predictions about my crew for the '09 year.

Sister will do some incredibly dumb things. One might find this prediction slightly off key, but for her I think this is right on target. You see, Sister has spent her life doing fairly smart things. She was NEVER the girl at the party drunk beyond oblivion, awoken the next morning on the kitchen floor cluthing a bottle of pineapple rum gathering the memories from the night before through the pictures left on her digital camera. And she almost never lost her keys. Yes this is Sister's time to let loose and be dumb. She will spend her year saying the wrong things, having her blonde moments, and racking up numerous embarassing pictures. And you know what, thats OK. She deserves it!


Todd will continue to conjure up creative loopholes to marry Chelle. Clownsuit? Courthouse? You've come up with some good ones bro, you should give up now and surrender. And I'm pretty sure 09 is that year. Whatever that next step will be, its gonna happen. Chelle will resist the urge to "trade him in for a younger one" and continue to put up with his crap, because she's incredibly patient and, like his sisters, knows how to handle him the best. Take it from the lil sister Chelle, in reality he's really great.


Jessica will no longer need a life coach. It will come in an epiphany. Something will happen and she will begin her typical high-stress-freak-out mode. But this time instead of booking it to Moes for a session with her handy life coach, she will sit for a moment and the answer will come to her. For she will see that the best way to learn is to teach others. And she will be spending months teaching the kindergardners at Thunderbolt Elementary the basics of life and learning. And she thought her education stopped at UNF, silly girl :)

Caydie will probably win some sort of award for being Superwoman. She's 22, has a full-time job, an almost-5-year-old little girl, a loving husband, and a brand new house. Did I mention she got these things a little out of order and within the past few years? And she's still not stopping. In 09, she's going to try and make another baby. I'm crossing my fingers!!

Jymez will get accepted into Optometry school and move away from Florida. It could go one of two ways - Tennesee or Michigan. Tenessee Scenaraio: Jymez moves to TN, starts school, makes friends, drinks beer, football season starts. END of any standing friendships Jymez has at TN and BEGINNING of the biggest bar brawl TN has ever seen. Being the true Gator that he is, Jymez will beat down every redneck Volunteer that questions his Orange & Blue status (or at least attempt to in a drunken oblivous state) and he'll probably end up on TN's most wanted or something. Michigan Scenario: Jymez moves to MI, starts school, makes friends, drinks beer, football season starts. The difference with MI friends is that they, like the Gators, hate the Buckeyes. So together, Jymez and his fellow MI friends will bond over a common hatred and will live happily ever after. The end. Jymez, I think MI is your best option. I'm sure that somewhere in between all of this he will learn more about eyes, irises, glaucoma, and technical stuff. At the same time, he will continue to misspell simple words like "because","gawk", and "financial".

Shaun is going to shock The Entourage. What will it be? Who knows, but some decision or action or even something he said is going to knock us off our feet. You just wait and see.

Matt with the white hat will celebrate his second anniversary with his dog by making 2 more myspace albums dedicated to him. Congratulations Matt & Cash - maybe I'll send a gift. In all reallity Matt is incredibly business savvy and ever since I've met him he has thrown around ideas about how to make more money. 09 is his year. We might be in a recession - but you'll think of something Matt. My vote is for that pizza place you've mentioned once or twice. I'll come hang out on Wednesdays and drink some Blue Moons - on the house, of course, for their favorite patrons.

Happy New Year!
Tiney

Please, pay attention in school...

It has recently come to my attention how important spelling skills are to the human race. Sure, everyone makes a typo now and then, flips the occasional letter or mixes up a word or two. However, sometimes these mistakes really define people.

I shake my head when driving down the road and the local farmers stand has "canaloupes" for sale. Silly rednecks, they can't pronounce their T's.

I laughed hysterically when I noticed that a friend posted her wedding photos. She had numerous pictures when her and her husband were exchanging their "vowels." What's a wedding without your A-E-I-O- & U's?

I see a bunch when I file papers at work. It's always nice when employees get "vary good" comments on their evals and such. There are "acceptions" of course, not every employee is a shinning star.

While standing in line at the UNF campus, I felt some serious irony when I noticed one spelling mistake. The administration wanted the students to be "courtouse" of others, and turn off their cell phones while standing in line. You'd expect more from a college environment...

My best guy friend Jymez is classic for making spelling mistakes. Let me remind you that he's a graduate from the University of Florida majoring in Biology and Chemistry and know all kinds of isotopes and molecules and things I'll never be able to wrap my brain around. I just want to point out that he still has the statement "...'gock' over this awesome body..." on his myspace. Way to go Jymez :)

The best by far happened to me today. While thumbing through the time off requests, one in particular caught my eye for some reason. A second glance proved me right. An associate needed a special schedule because, and I quote "I have two 'testes' on Monday." Who knew that in just two letters, you could change medical procedures into genitals....

Did I mention all of these mistakes were made by well-educated, grown adults?

Enjoying it everyday,
The Tiney Weenie

Graduation

Well it finally happened, Sister finally graduated and what a (4 day) weekend it was. Well let's start from the beginning...


Friday morning....

The phone rings at 8:07 a.m. waking my somewhat-hungover self up. Seriously? My alarm isn't supposed to go off for another half hour or so. Behold it's my mother in somewhat freak-out mode asking my 20 questions...
"What time are you leaving?"
"Are we picking you up?"
"Who's getting Todd?"
"Who has the tickets?"
"Why haven't you figured out the plans yet?"

I don't know the answers to those questions...but I do know I get to sleep for 30 more minutes and THEN deal with it.

Later that morning I have a short text convo with Dad.
"Are we picking you up?"
-"Nope"
"K."

If only both parents were so simple.

So I crawl out of bed. Toast a bagel. Jump on Michelle in her bed. And the morning gets started.
Rush out the door, swing by and pick up Todd, and zip off to UNF.

Despite the fact that Sister forgot her tassel at home, my bad driving almost killed us, and we were running late, she walked with her fellow graduates on time and with a tassel.


Friday Afternoon....

After we had lunch with the family I fought weekend traffic back to Orange Park to what I thought was a simple podiatrist appointment. I was horribly mistaken.

"I'm not sure what exactly you did to your foot. We are going to need to take some x-rays to find out more. Until then we are going to put this really inconvenient boot on your foot for a whole week. It's ugly, uncomfortable, and you're going to hate it however I feel it's necessary to prevent further injury."

...Ok so that probably wasn't a direct quote, but thats definitely how I perceived it. No joke this is the SECOND time my podiatrist has ruined a good "cute shoe night." Instead of my black leather knee-high boots, I had to settle for ONE left black flip-flop and a post-operative boot. Thanks.



Friday Night....

Boot or not the celebratory part of the evening went fairly well. Sister chose to go to Harmonious Monks to kick off the festivities. There was lots of beer, music, and dancing on the chairs. Don't worry, it's totally allowed.

Afterwards we were persuaded into going to a little post-party back in the Island. The plans kinda fell through, so we decided to go home.

"Um Sister, we can't leave yet."
-"Why?"
"I don't have any keys..."

True story. I have a bad habit of losing my keys, and it chose tonight to haunt me. Regardless, it was about 3:30am before we got back home.


The rest of the weekend went a bit more smoothly. Yesterday we had some family come up from Tampa and we had a big dinner, watched some hockey, groaned over the heisman ceremony, and had a really nice bonfire. Oh, I can't forget the homemade limoncello - good stuff :). Oh, and I found out this morning that my keys were under a pair of shoes at our friends place. Random, but not shocking for me at all.

Hanging out in my post-operative boot,
The Tiney Weenie

Not your traditional holiday...

Pre-Thanksgiving rush
Ghiradelli brownies baked in half the time. Deliciousness.
upsetting Sister because the brownies were essentially not for her.
too bad.
knocking out a good 8 1/2 hours @ the Pub
Kim's Birthday, Zoso && some delicious Blue Moon's
"Sister, we're gonna have to make a stop, I'm gonna need some Cherry Bawls."
running into my manager at a little post-concert drinking.
"Is this considered inappropriate?"
Cherry Bawls kicks in.
Beer pong and post-party til eeaaarrrrlly morning.

Thanksgiving Day.
hangovers are evident for Sister && I.
Macy's Day parade - for about a minute.
Starbucks & a roadtrip to visit Mom at work.
"I'm so glad the crazy wing isn't next to 5 Center anymore."
espresso has nothing compared to my now evident exhaustion.
Driving all over Jax because my hungover butt missed a turn.
"Sister, I'm pretty sure I'm about dead right now..."
just a little Roomie naptime ... for about 3 hours.
still kinda hungover. ick.
indulging in hours with the DVR.
arguing over which is better - The Notebook or Sex and the City.
i still support my case.
off to bed early - Express @@ 6am for Black Friday


Before you guys think that me and Sister are wreckless alcoholics with no family love or concern for holiday traditions- our Thanksgiving is being celebrated with our lovely family on Saturday. We were just taking advantage of a day off ... and free shots :)

Happy Thanksgiving,
The Tiney Weenie

just a little update...

It has been a whirlwind of crazy here in Jax. To start, the weather dropped about 20 degrees suddenly last week, bringing in all the perks that cold weather has to offer - like keeping us Floridians from enjoying our outside activities and of course bringing in the germs. De and I have been incessantly sick for the past two weeks and we just can't seem to shake it! Sister is lucky, she hasn't picked up on it yet. Clearly I need her immunity secrets.

Illness couldn't come at a worse time as exam week is nearing. I like how schools strive to make exam week one condensed week of full-on crammed education, when in reality it's a little over two weeks of full on stress and torture. Don't worry, I've already bought a pack of energy drinks for the occasion. Not only are there exams to be taken, but there are 10-page papers to write, Media Kits to put together, 30-minute presentations that need to be completed, full PR campaigns to finish up, and whatever law stuff De has to do. It's a lot...I just don't know the gritty details as well as I know the PR track. Our household is already feeling the brunt of it. My weekend was spent at home with Media Law and some antibiotics. And today me and De have locked ourselves in our rooms studying. Yipee.

Thanksgiving is next week, and normally this is a nice little break right before exams for all of us to breathe, relax, and enjoy our families. Scratch that - it's 2008 and we're seniors now. Besides the oh-so fufilling school work we have to complete, Sister and I have jobs that demand our time around the holidays. The day before Thanksgiving is a madhouse at the Pub, who knew so many people waited until the last minuted to buy turkeys. Thankfully the stores are closed Thanksgiving day, we get at least ONE day off this week :) . Then comes Black Friday. Come visit me at Express early that morning, I'll be the one folding the denim, ringing customers, and pulling apart the catfights at 6 am. Gosh, I miss that place.

It's ok though, working almost 40 hours and trying to pass Media Law isn't THAT bad. It will be worth it in two weeks when it is finally DONE! Sister graduates Dec. 12 and we are so ready to party! I'm in need of some good social interaction -- and a beer -- to lift myself out of this student slump.

Survivng until then,
Tiney

I'll Be Better At This Later...

I'm starting to think that I'd be a better college student once I graduate. I find it kind of crappy that I'm a full-fledged, working student and I don't get to enjoy the "college student" things that others do. I'm genuinely curious as to how others do it, managing their time for class, work, and all that being a twenty-something has to offer. Maybe they don't work, maybe they don't study, or maybe they don't sleep. I don't know their secrets, but I want to.

This semester is kind of intense, this month especially. Suddenly it's November it's final-paper-this and group-project-that. Not to mention my professors are set on having finals early. Can I get a break please?!

Meanwhile on the social side of things, the world is booming with things to do and I can't do any of them. You guys are going to the game this weekend? A social? A party? A concert? Yeah sure, you can count me in, I'll be there! ...when I graduate.

Feeling a little bogged down,
Tiney

phantom of the opera

I appreciate music, I really do. The Communication majors at UNF have to share Building 45, the Arts and Science building, with the fine arts majors. Fortunately for us, that includes the music majors. Fortunately for us, some of our classrooms are mixed on the floors. Fortunately, I have a media law midterm today. Fortunately, there is an event going on in the Lazarra performance hall and can be heard throughout the whole first floor. Fortunately there are dozens of practice rooms upstairs full of practicing horns and (really bad) opera singers. Unfortunately, no one has tomatoes to throw at her and shut her up.

loving our music majors,
Tiney Weenie

Beautiful Disaster

Having a broken fridge sucks big ones. Really.
But do you know what the beauty of a broken refrigerator is?

I finally got to clean out all that crap that really needed thrown away.
Especially 3 bottles of ketchup...just not necessary.
I discovered some wine bottles that need to be finished off. Gotta take care of that!
It brought to my attention that I don't drink the fantastic variety of beer (or liquor for that matter) that the roomies and I have in stock.
And it finally gave me a reason to bake those delicious mini brownies that I bought.
Can't let chocolate go bad.


Enjoying her treats,
Tiney

Wednesdays...

Wednesdays are for....
-waking up early
-being here for the fridge repair guy
-booking it to class
-fighting for parking, settling for lot 18
-a PR Writing exam
-editing Jymez's essay
-a Crisis Communication exam
-driving through the rain - gotta love Fla
-rushing off to a very slow Express
-staying 2 hours late to change the marketing for the Columbus day sale
-helping a friend in a time of need, no matter how late

Oh how I love Wednesdays...

Fading fast,
Tiney

The Verdict

Instead of driving 30 minutes - I drive 5
Instead of crowded - I have spacious
Instead of old and dirty - I have new and pretty
Instead of the smell of melons - I have the smell of flowers
Instead of treading down aisle 13 - I tread up and down stairs
Instead of pristine and organized - I have sloppy and disarray
Instead of 180 familiar faces - I have 130 strange ones

I love it : )

Jumping in,
The Tiney Weenie

that's just not "fair"

I'm fully aware I am fair skinned. I have red hair, blue eyes, freckles, and light skin. I got it - I'm a ginger. You can always tell when I'm blushing, my skin turns pink when I get hot, and I'll never be bronze - SPF 30 rules my world. The subject typically gets thrown into the spotlight during particular events, makeup shopping being one of them.

Oh the joys.

So I was in Ulta Beauty today picking up a few Bare Minerals products that I was running low on. Ulta, like many other high-end cosmetic stores, has sales clerks at each counter to assist you in getting the colors and products you need. Here we go...

-"Can I help you?"
"Yeah, I need some more concealer. I think it's called bisque or something."
-"Honey bisque, summer bisque, dark bisque, or just the bisque?"
"Um, the light one?"
-"Really? Are you sure?"
At this point, I'm wondering if this girl is retarded. Clearly she can see my skintone. Clearly she is not blind. "Honey" and "dark" just aren't a good match.
"Really. Oh and I also need some more foundation, in the Fair shade."
-"Fair? Wow, you really are pale."

Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Miss Olive-Complexion-Clerk with your dark brunette hair. In case you didn't notice, I'm a red. And the term is not "pale" its "fair. At least my skin isn't compared to a smelly fruit used to make oil and garnish martinis.

Sticking up for gingers, and other "fairs", everywhere,
Tiney

It's About Time

click. send. score.

It is a rare opportunity that one would get the chance to send their own permanent transfer information via email, and let me tell you I thoroughly enjoyed it. As of Saturday, September 27th I will be the Administrative Coordinator at 128 - in Publix talk that means I'll be working at the Oakleaf store right by my house.

I'm tickled, I really am. I get to meet a slew of new associates, a new range of customers, and I get to reunite with some old friends.

But there are some things I'm definitely going to miss about 502. I'll miss Manny's daily greetings, Steve's intellectual conversations, and Mrs. Jenny's hugs - oh and her strawberry bread. I'll miss the smells. Which sounds weird but my office always smelled like melons in the morning and I kinda liked that. I'll miss opening the store with Alex on Saturday mornings, eating breakfast treats and delaying my payroll as much as possible so I could hangout in the office with him. These people are like my second family - all 180 of them, and I know so much about them. Birthdays, children, granchildren, vacation spots, spouses, the works. I've been there through pregnancies, graduations, weddings, & promotions and I've watched dozens of the "little ones" turn the big 1-8, some of which I even hired.

I'm sure my new store will have similar experiences, I just have to give it a chance. It's time to get personal 128!

Looking forward,
The Tiney Weenie

I'm Sorry But...

Today my ethics were questioned, my self-esteem was slightly bruised, and my sanity was pushed within inches of its limits.

Fists were up, I was ready to fight.

Corner number 1 - The almighty Tiney, sticking up for all that is right and good in this world, and Publix of course.

Corner number 2 - crazy, insane department manager. With some ally help from the asst. department manager.

Match 1: Loss Prevention. So the Loss Prevention specialist from Corporate came into today to inspect our store to make sure everything was running smoothly. No biggie, as long as the drawers are locked, money is secure, etc. Being the A/C, she asked me for a few favors, one of them being to circle any inactive associates off a list of names. Sure, no big deal. So I circled any transferred/resigned associates off the order gun and cashier number list. In walks crazy, insane department manager, inquiring about my encounter with the Loss Prevention lady.

"Oh, she just wanted me to circle the inactive associates off some lists."
-"The cashier list?"
"...Ya"
-"Who did you find, how many?"
"Well, I mean about 7 or so associates like ...(listing associates),"
-"I really wish you had not done that. I told her those lists were fine"
"Those associates haven't worked here in months and she asked me to do it. What was I supposed to do, tell her no -or lie?"
...getting huffy at this point...-"Whatever it's fine now I guess."

Place B-word adjective here.

Main Event: The Cabinet Crusade. It has been recently brought to my attention that my uniform cabinet blocks the mini door window in my office, thus blocking the view of my desk from the outside. My b, didn't think about that when feng shui-ing my office. So I started keeping the door open when I was working at my desk. Simple solution, no shopping, $$, or moving involved. Not good enough apparantly - it still has to go. Talked to the store manager, he says the cabinet can stay it's no big deal. Second simple solution? Not so much. This is where the crazed tantrum takes place full of slammed keyboards, awkward bystanders, and a lot of yelling. No exaggerations, she must have learned it from her grandkids. Place C-word adjective here, we've graduated the vulgar language to the next level. 15 minutes go by and I'm staring at the ceiling, maintaining my cool and pseudo listening as I've heard most of it before. Seriously, where do you get your info from, Staff Gossip Weekly? Thankfully the store manager comes in at the perfect time and, in so many words, says Tiney's doing fine, you're being crazy, let's all be friends.

And Tiney is the winner! With ally support from her store manager, of course.

A few awkward hours go by as I still have more of my shift left, and quite a few apologies fly my way for the "blow up" that occured earlier.

Fine, I'll take your fake apology with a fake acceptence. We can pretend that everything is better now and it's all smiles, cupcakes, and sunshine.

I'm sorry but, in reality you're psychotic.

Continuing to try,
Tiney

P.S. I was so consumed with the mess earlier I didn't get to enjoy the upside of my day. The kids from the YMCA wrote me thank you cards for the tour I gave them about a month ago. Needless to say they are now hanging in my office, at least to remind me that some people still appreciate me : ) I'm sorry to those who said it was a waste of payroll - transfer the time accordingly.

Will There Ever Be A Day...

My sister and I have worked for the same company since - well basically since we've held jobs. Oh, the lovely years spent at Publix. We've worked in various stores, worked for hundreds of different managers, watched about a dozen of our friends move up the line, and dealt with thousands of off-the-wall employees. Not to mention the millions of daily customers we greet. By now, the two of us have moved up and out and no longer work in the same stores. I'm the Administrative Coordinator in Fleming Island, doing personnel stuff and payroll and dealing with an absolutely psychotic department manager. And she is Customer Service in Middleburg, running the front end and helping customers and dealing with a retarded assistant department manager. Every night the same thing happens. Sister works late, getting home around 11, while I work the mornings, so I'm already home. She'll start making her late night dinner, and we chat. Oh, our Publix chatter. They say it's not healthy to take your work home with you - clearly that doesn't apply to us. Our conversations typically go something like this...

T-"My manager was absolutely ridiculous today. She told me to get rid of the cabinet in my office because she couldn't SEE me at my desk through the door window when she walked by. This is, of course, after she went through my mailbox, took out the memos from the store manager and responded to them before I even read them. Psycho much?"

M-"That's ok. My manager is leaving us post-it notes on the Lotto machine reminding us to balance it 5 times a day. And taping e-mails on the back office door. And she sent all my cashiers and baggers home early leaving me short handed the rest of the night. Oh, and she's writing 'nasty grams' about all the wrong stuff we are doing and putting them in our personnel files."

T-"Dude- I bet your A/C is throwing them away, that's ridiculous! The CSTL at my store is simply retarded. She tried to type a memo to the cashiers warning them about coupon fraud. Now Sister, spell exceptions for me."

M-"E-x-c-e-p-t-i-o-n-s."

T-"Yeah, try 'No a-c-c-e-p-t-i-o-n-s.' Idiot."

M-"Nice. Yeah, at my store, the assistant wants to be sure that 'acuracy' is maintained at all times in the Lotto til. Nice one."

T-"Hey Sister, do you think there will ever be a day when we come home and don't have stories to tell?"

M-"Not as long as we're at Publix."

Trying to keep things "a pleasure,"
Tiney Weenie

Work

6:45 am - Alarm goes off - Tiney is up.

• Off to Publix I go. 8:30am - I'm there
• About 1/4 of the store didn't punch in - Wasn't time clock punching 101 part of your curriculum?
• File evaluations.
• Run a register.
• "What do you mean you didn't get the transfer request? I emailed it to you twice! No, I will not send it again, check your friggin' inbox."
• File some more.
• Open a register again.
• "Sure I'll be glad to send you her information now. I'm glad you and your store manager found the transfer request last week, approved it, and never called. Thanks for all you do!" Genius.
  

zip home. quick bite. change clothes. Round 2.

• Off to Express. 5:00pm - I'm there.
• "Can I help you find anything?" NO. "Do you need help finding your size?" NO.
• Fine, didn't really want to help you anyways.
• These are too long "Here, try some in short." These are too short ... Well get yourself a new pair of legs darling!
• Some marketing bimbo at corporate emails up and says signs need to changed by opening tomorrow.
• Not bad - except that 33 men's 1MX dress shirts need to be folded.
  
• About 5 min. to refold a shirt correctly x 33 shirts - you do the math.
• 12:04am - finally punch out.
• Too late, still locked in the mall. SECURITY!
  

1:39am - still going, but fading fast.

Clearly I'm out of my mind to have two jobs and be a student.
Just another day, full of aching feet and throbbing back pain.

Doing it again tomorrow,
Tiney

Oh, How I Love My House

Have you ever heard the saying "Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong"? If you are a new home owner, you know this saying well. It seems that when you own a house, when one thing breaks something else wants to at the same time. It's Murphy's law at it's finest. And in my house this event occurs frequently, from slab leaks to broken water heaters to sometimes no A/C. No bueno. Granted we've been in this house for 3 years and we're really blessed, it is just frustrating. Once, we had a slab leak. While trying to fix the slab leak, the fix-it guys break the water heater. Nice. Ok, so the house needs re-piped or something for the slab leak. We're told the new pipes aren't copper and the house needs to be grounded so when lightning strikes our electronics don't fry. Alright, fine. The handy fix-it guys put the grounding pipe right through our cable line. Seriously. Could anything else go wrong?

I wake up this morning to a very still and stale room. Ick. My ceiling fan is not spinning and I'm trying to decide which roomie to yell at first for coming in my room and turning off my fan. I look at my iHome and the screen is not it's usual bright blue color. Great, the power is out - good thing I didn't need an alarm. I go to the bathroom and flip the light switch, remembering that those are broken too, brand new bulbs and all. Good thing it's a sunny day in the state of Florida! I see a note on the mirror from De, typical as we frequent the post-it conversations, stating:

"Hey Tiney! Power is out in my room only, for some reason! Matt will over this morning to
bring the mini fridge for us. Text me if you need me! XOXO Dee"

Sorry Dee, you and I are in the same boat.

Every time the Roomies try to show their social competency by having a group of friends over, something breaks. And this weekend is my lucky weekend. Of course Sister and Dee have to work this morning until 4, so here I am all day cleaning my house with the broken lights, no power in two of the bedrooms, and a soggy yard thanks to Hurricane Fay. Great. Magically I manage to clean the house, switch the fridges, do some laundry, buy the food, chat with Sister about her day at work, and prepare the backyard just in time for the first guests. Time for a beer...

Sippin' a Blue Moon,
Tiney

So, Here I Am!

So I'm pretty new to this blog thing, at least on a website like this. But I figured, why not? If people want to read about what's going on in my world, then I'll deliver! So just a little intro about me/clarification about my blog. I'm a 21-year-old student at the University of North Florida here in Jacksonville majoring in Public Relations and minoring in Psychology. Weird, I know. I live with my sister Michelle, also a PR student @ UNF, in a house in Jax with our roommate Deanna who is a student at Florida Coastal Law. So basically we are a bunch of college girls trying to deal in this crazy world! There are two Michelle's in my life, one of course being my sister and the other is my brother's long term girlfriend, whom we love! So from this point forward, it is just Sister and Michelle to avoid confusion : ) . And then of course there is Todd and Shaun. Todd is my brother and Shaun is my pseudo brother as he's been right by Todd's side since practically day 1 in the Air Force. That's pretty much the core of the people in my life, I'll introduce more as we go. So that's it, here I am!