She’s the life of the party. Always willing to lend a helping hand. Handy with the steel, if you know what I mean, earns her keep. 

She’s adventurous, outgoing, a speed demon on the soccer field. She loves her PBR and Camel crushes.  She crushes it on a daily basis with her wit and sarcasm. Has a complement for everyone in the back pocket of those cute little skinny jeans. Can wear the shit out of a baseball cap and waders.

 Genuine and down the earth. Might be a small little thing but gots muscles for days and is one of the biggest baddasses around. Loyal, dependable and all around wonderful. Brings sunshine and happiness wherever she goes, and gives the best hugs. 

That’s Tiff. And we love her.  She’s been screwed over yet again by the soccer gods, and tore her ACL (same same, but different). And, the icing on the cake is that she ain’t got no insurance cause of a mess up at work. SO! To all her equally as wonderful and awesome friends, we make this plea.  Let’s pitch in and try and help raise her up as she would do and has done for us. We may not be Tiff, but we’ll give you a really big Tiff-like-hug in return!