Let me introduce myself...

My name is Priscilla.
Many of you know me as Miss Priss or PrissiePants.

I felt it was time many of you got to know me since you *pretend* to know me.

I was born in Houston, Texas on Christmas day 1984. I was the third of four. I have two older brothers; Frank (12 years older) and Ryman (10 years older); and one younger sister; Erica (7 years younger.)
In the fall of 1992, my family moved from Alief to Perry, Georgia where we lived for almost two years.
During the summer of 1994 my family moved to Friendswood, TX AKA Clear Lake.
While we lived in a nice area, and watched it grow, my family was not like the typical Clear Lake families. My father has been a restaurant manager for almost 30 years, and they don't make six figures like the rocket scientist at NASA.
I graduated from Clear Brook HS in 2003 and went on to Lamar University in Beaumont.
(I was supposed to go to Catholic University of America in DC and work on Capital Hill, but the guy I was dating cried and I gave in. Pathetic, I know. )
SO on to Beaumont I went.
I got engaged.
I lost my first love in Iraq and almost lost all faith in God.
I got unengaged.
I met a cheerleader and gave up 3 good years of my life loving him with everything I had.
........But I digress.
My ex-fiance was the most emotionally & mentally abusive person until FedEx...anyway, he almost broke me.
But my momma raised me to be a smart, independent, strong willed woman who makes her own path.
He finally got the boot after he told me I could keep my last name if we didn't have a catholic wedding and I was stupid for taking religion classes.

So I started dating the cheerleader. And I was having so much fun. Then he moved to Tyler, my roommate and I had a falling out (so I thought I'd move to Denton), and then there was Rita.
Rita almost destroyed my relationship with my family.
My mother and I didn't speak for a good long while because of Rita.
Which leads to my emotional breakdown. I moved back to Houston, and started over.
Because of it all I met one of the greatest people in my life. Angie!

I got myself back on track. I started back to school at Lamar, changed my major from MIS to Economics, moved into my own apartment; went through a couple crap part time jobs and started building my own life with my own two hands.
The cheerleader and I had a rough spring/summer, broke up many times.
His bf call me some ugly names. Which really hurt.

I started working for Penske.
Had an awful wreck that no one should have been able to walk away from, but everyone did.
I took a full time position at Penske running the BMT branch on my own with 3 agent branches to manage.
Then the cheerleader moved in with me.
I supported the both of us for 6 months and went to school full time.
At the end of the summer he went to Corsicana, and in November I ended things with him for good because it was time for him to grow up.

Then I met Fedex.
I was working full time & had almost no help running my office. Plus I was going to school full time. Needless to say, I was running on fumes.
Things with Fedex started wonderful, eventually though it wasn't so wonderful. After I moved in with him things went sour.
I took daily insults, tantrums, yelling, name calling.
But I had financial commitments, so I put on my big girl panties and kept on chugging.
My uncle passed away in February, and my job tried to keep me from going.
I stood up to the manager no one ever stood up to. Went to the funeral. And sent him a copy of the obituary with my name highlighted. (I wanted to send a post it on it that said "go F yourself you heartless bastard"...but I needed a job..)
By March, I had no truck washer at my job so I was washing the trucks and fueling them.
I loved going to class smelling of diesel, covered in dirt & grease, dead tired. (rolling eyes)
Then my part timer stole $250. And I couldn't fire him. I had to wait for the stooges from Houston to do it.

I was graduating in May. Finally.
And the Monday of the week I graduated, while at dinner, Fedex looked at me and with a straight face told me I was mediocre and would always be mediocre.
It cut through me like the sharpest knife in the world.
But I graduated. And the rest of the day after the ceremony was one of the worst days of my life.

I quit Penske. Got a new job in a field I had dreamed of. Loaded my crap in a yellow truck and hauled it to Lufkin.
I left Fedex, Beaumont, Penske and a lot of crap behind me in the dust.

I started over.
*******

So that's the short version.
I have experienced a lot of death, a lot of let downs, a lot of pain in my life. And at this point currently, my brother is knocking on death's door. It is one of the toughest things to deal with ever.
I'm 24, but if you met me you probably wouldn't know it unless I told you.

I don't think I am better than any person on this earth. We all put our pants on the same way, one leg at a time.

And anyone who thinks they're better than me or want to judge me - why don't you go take a long look in the mirror.