Mixed Emotions

Where do I start and how do I make this all make sense without it seeming so scattered like grains of sand on the beach (okay that was way too deep for this time of night.)

Anyway, as I played phone tag with Megan this weekend, I finally caught up with her tonight around 9 and she said she was still in Orlando unpacking and getting her apartment put together. Which according to her just looks soooo cute, said in that cute valley voice of Megan. I think it finally hit me tonight that my little sister, 7 years my junior, is moving to Orlando. She is going down there for 2 years to finish up her schooling and get a degree in Hospitality Management (I hope I have this right) at the Rosen Shingle College of Hospitality of Central Florida. I couldn't be more proud of Megan in making the decision to finish out her college career and pursue something she is so good at; planning parties, special events, and bossing people around....haha Although I'm proud of her I'm also sad to see her go as she brings a certain element of excitement when she walks into a room. It'll be weird to not have her around when we have family gatherings, to not be able to call her last minute to help me find makeup, and of course most importantly I'm losing my dog sitter... :))) (j/k Megan)

Megan has always had a flare for drama, both good and bad drama. Whenever she is around there is always a story to be told. From the day that girl could grunt and point she was bossing her 4 older siblings around and telling us what she wanted without using her words. She could just stand there with a passie(passy - how is this word spelled) in her mouth, big brown eyes starring at you she grabbed our fingers, drug us to her destination, and then came the point and grunt at what she wanted. Well Megan finally learned to talk (and hasn't stopped yet) and she's still bossing us around. She has an uncanny ability to con anyone into anything and you aren't even sure how you got there. All you know is that Megan asked and somehow there you are; I've been a victim of many of these times. Things that include driving her to friends houses, picking her up from places (that shall remain nameless), taking her to lunch/dinner, moving her into her first apartment that oh by the way was on the 3rd floor, and she has the ability to get Michael to buy her anything. Which apparently I need to learn how to do...

Not only is she fun to be with but she's a smart, beautiful, and an outgoing 23 year old who loves life. She is self assured and when she puts her mind to something she doesn't stop until she gets it. She has a passion to help people and it shows at her job at Maggiano's when she has to run the floor and keep hungry customers happy during the 30 min, 60 min, or 90 minute wait. Unless of course if you are family then we can sneak into booth 200 the moment we walk up, but shhh don't tell anyone.

Even though I'm prone to give Megan a hard time it's just my way of showing her I love her. She's such a special part of our family and of our lives, and most importantly of my life. That girl is just so stinking cute I don't know whether to hug her or pinch her booty. She's meant a lot to me and has been there for every happy and sad occasion in my life. She'll be one of the first to laugh with me and she's the first to cry with me. I cannot wait to see what the Lord has in store for her as she starts this new part of her life in Orlando. I pray that he will protect her on this new journey and that he will surround her with a group of friends that share the same morals, values, and interest as she does. Megan I'm so very proud of you for going back to school, even though you are 2 1/2 hours away, I'm so excited to watch you grow over these next 2 years and I can't wait to see where this industry takes you...which hopefully is back here to Jacksonville. :) There is a rule that no one in our family can live more than 30 miles away.... I didn't make that up dad did. I love you kid!


.....of course if 3 pages on Megan isn't enough - my other youngest sister Debra is down in Orlando with her. The thought of these two sharing a queen bed in a one bedroom apartment over the next 6 weeks cracks me up. Even though they were the best of buddies growing up - they haven't lived together in many years. All I'll say is my last memory of them living together in my parents house ended in several holes in the walls of the house... that poor house took a beating with 5 kids. Girls just remember - never go to bed mad. Debra is a crazy book smart kid that we think came from the milk man or something. We aren't sure where she came from because this kid can't find her way out of paper bag but she knows her way around the human body. And no not in that way you perverts... she's in school getting her doctorate in physical therapy. Her internship is down in Orlando at the Orlando Regional Medical Center. Even though she's finished with classes for now, she still has to start studying for her boards for when she graduates. So she's not out of the woods yet but I'm sure she'll be one of the highest scorers as I don't think she's made less than a B+ her whole time in school and that is no easy feat. Debra even though I'm crazy jealous of you and the larger than average brain you have, I'm so proud of you too. I'm proud of all your accomplishments with physical therapy school and I know without a shadow of a doubt that all of your hard work will pay off. We can't wait to have you back in 6 weeks because it's just weird thinking about both you and Megan not living here. I know you are going to learn some much from this internship and that the people there are just going to fall in love with you. You have an awesome sense of humor, a beautiful smile (you still suck for never needing braces), and people are just drawn to your beauty. Just remember to speak to them in plain American Standard English and not those crazy words from your medical books....and you'll do just fine. Good luck and I can't wait to hear about your first day on the 'J-O-B'.... Love you too kid!

Love your favorite sister - but don't worry I won't tell Danette.