Yesterday, I was struck with the dumb luck of finding my journal from 2011. I'm not much of a journaling gal (besides this little piece of heaven that you have the pleasure of reading), and the journal only contained three pages of my thoughts from a span of almost eight months (yeah, that's right: all I had to write about in EIGHT MONTHS was a whole whopping three pages - and they're tiny, journal-sized pages, at that). Those three pages, those eight months, contained some of the catalytic thoughts that catapulted me to the place where I find myself today: a PhD program in the Department of Communication Studies at the University of Iowa.
What a coincidence that I found this time capsule of my thoughts the day before classes started at Iowa. The very first entry contained sentiments about my struggle to figure out what my "next steps" would be - where my life would take me. I wrote:
...I can't figure out the "next step" because I haven't hammered out every single minute detail of the decision. And when I haven't figured it ALL out and it's not perfect, I just don't do it at all. Failure is a foe I like to keep at great distance; I avoid him. Though, by avoiding failure, I also avoid ultimate success. - I stop myself before I start. And it ends now...
I wonder how many steps I've taken since that entry? Do you think I could even count them all? Here I am, starting another great and wondrous chapter of my life NOW - facing it all with relative fearlessness (compared to the crippling fear I felt at the prospect of making a change just a few years ago). Since taking that next step, I have experienced a world of people, places, and things that I never could have had before. The trajectory of my life has changed dramatically, and I am so enamored by this adventure!
This leg of the adventure takes place in Iowa City, Iowa - probably one of the friendliest places on earth. A place where the gas station attendants shake your hand and introduce themselves, asking you to come back again soon. A place where the produce man at the grocery store tells you stories about his mother because your glasses remind him of her. A place where neighbors wave hello, despite not knowing who you are. A place where kids' artwork hangs on garage doors and parents stand by lemonade stands with their entrepreneurial-spirited children. Oh Iowa...
Just a few days before I moved to Iowa, my little brother shared some words of wisdom that are even more poignant now, after finding my journal. He, too, reminded me of some of my own words to provide me with a little perspective about the step I was about to take. He said that he knew I was probably very sad to say goodbye to my friends and my life in Winston-Salem, but he wanted me to look back at my first few blogs from when I moved there: I was alone, I was uncertain, and it didn't feel like home. He encouraged me to think about how much had changed in those two years and how hard it was to say goodbye to a place that had become home. If THAT could happen in two years, he said, just think of what the possibilities are in Iowa. Everything is going to be fine.
So far, he's been pretty right. I'm coming off of the first day of classes here; one in which I was a student AND a teacher. My life here is off to a promising, joyful (and very sweaty) start. Every day is a gift that I gave myself three years ago, when I made the decision to look fear and failure in the face and to challenge what I thought was possible, reasonable, and practical for myself. I feel incredibly lucky, incredibly empowered, and, hopefully, incredibly motivated to keep this old thing updated more frequently. I need to prepare more ammunition for future me to look back on in amazement.
Peace, love, and lemonade stands--
EMILY :)
August 25, 2014
February 8, 2014
Don't Call It a Comeback
It has taken me about a week to figure out exactly which direction I wanted to take this post. After some poignant conversations and experiences with some of my good friends down here in The Dash, I know where to go: I'm taking us in the direction of happiness.
Here's how this all came about: After putting my fingers to the keys a few times already in 2014 (impressive, no?), I realized that my post frequency this semester as compared to last semester has SKYROCKETED! My post rate in the fall was darn near dismal. I posted ONCE last semester - one.single.time. And my first few posts of 2014 have elicited such a great response from you all; I have received nothing but impassioned pleas to keep on posting. Who am I not to give the people what they want? I mean, really.
But wait. Let's not get ahead of ourselves (and let's not doubt for a minute that I'm someone who has to over-analyze every irregularity in her life). What happened in the fall? Was there nothing to talk about? Well, that certainly wasn't the case because I look back and realize that I failed to mention SO MANY occurrences from the fall: The new batch of grad students in my program, visits from friends far and near, a trip to DC, the comings together of the first chapter of my thesis, another birthday, my sister's move to "The Fort," my little bro's triumphant return from Japan - man, oh, man. Okay, not a lack of things to talk about, so... Was I too busy? Get real, Emily, you're always busy. Was I uninspired? I've been uninspired before, and it typically brings about the most delicious rants about "kids these days." Hmm...
So let's explore these poignant conversations with good friends in The Dash. First of all, one of my greatest failures as your beloved blogger is not telling you about some of the great friendships I have developed in the last six months. The new cohort of grad students that joined my program in the fall have been such a bright and shining spot in my life for the last six months. I didn't nickname them for the purposes of the blog, which is a bit of let-down, I know. And I guess that means I have to call them by name and totally forsake their anonymity. Meh, whatever. On to poignant conversations --->
It began with an evening with Rainn Wilson from SoulPancake (and The Office). I accompanied my separated-at-birth, possibly fraternal twin, #twinningsohard, new yoga buddy and classmate, Ashleigh, to Rainn's talk (and it was her birthday - woo!). One of the overarching themes of his presentation was the pursuit of happiness - we all want it, we don't know how to get it, or we look for it in the wrong places, and some of us die before we figure out how to be happy. Rainn's suggestion? Gratitude. Show gratitude, be happy. Be mindful, live in the moment, and be GRATEFUL for that moment. Gratitude, mindfulness, showing kindness to others = keys to happiness? I had to chew on that for a while.
And then a few days later, I engaged in a little heart-to-heart with another dear, new classmate that I failed to tell you about until right now: Hannah. Hannah is a Texas ex with the license plate and Texas Longhorn cowboy boots to prove it. We take classes together, we TA together, we tutor together, we ride the shuttle to campus with Ron together, we spend much of our weekends together, we plan great adventures together, and we share a heart-to-heart conversation here and there. In the meanderings of our conversation the other day, we came to a juncture in which we both acknowledged that we so often depend on something external to provide us with happiness: friends, romantic partners, full social calendars, food, awards and accolades, etc. With Rainn's words weighing heavy in my mind, I thought: NO. These external sources CAN'T give us happiness. I'm the only one who can give myself happiness.
And then, my brain was struck with a lightning bolt (as it often is when I have serious revelations): Perhaps I wasn't blogging in the fall because I was unhappy? Perhaps I could have been happy and, subsequently, could have graced you all with a few more posts, if I had taken a moment to stop and appreciate what was happening in my life. If I had taken a moment to show some gratitude for new friends, the start of a new school year in an amazing place, great opportunities for myself and my family, and a journey that continues to prove itself quite exciting - maybe I could have mustered up some happiness and some posts for the party people out there in the world who survive only on my musings on this little blog o' mine.
Then, my thoughts took another turn. With the lightning bolt that had already struck my brain, the storm clouds came rolling in: So I'm blogging a lot now because there's a lot going on that I want to share with the world, and I'm HAPPY. But what if the happiness I'm experiencing now is still only a product of external factors? Am I happy because I've been admitted to some of the best PhD programs in my field in the COUNTRY, or am I truly happy? Did I create this happiness for myself, or did a few acceptance letters create the happiness? Take shelter, people, the storm has come and it's a doozy.
There's a path I can take to find reprieve from the storm: gratitude. I'm on the path now, and it's actually quite enjoyable. I implore you to try a little gratitude - to live in this moment and cherish all that this moment affords you: shelter, safety, nourishment, friendship, opportunities, experiences, health, a Mountain Dew, and a brand spankin' new iPhone 5c (okay, those last few are pretty specific to my moment, right now, but you get the picture). Hopefully, with this new-found gratitude and happiness, y'all will hear a lot more from me in the coming months.
Peace, love, and some good old fashioned HAPPINESS--
Emily :)
P.S. If you want to hear more about Rainn's take on happiness and what SoulPancake is all about, check out soulpancake.com and one of their many videos:
Here's how this all came about: After putting my fingers to the keys a few times already in 2014 (impressive, no?), I realized that my post frequency this semester as compared to last semester has SKYROCKETED! My post rate in the fall was darn near dismal. I posted ONCE last semester - one.single.time. And my first few posts of 2014 have elicited such a great response from you all; I have received nothing but impassioned pleas to keep on posting. Who am I not to give the people what they want? I mean, really.
But wait. Let's not get ahead of ourselves (and let's not doubt for a minute that I'm someone who has to over-analyze every irregularity in her life). What happened in the fall? Was there nothing to talk about? Well, that certainly wasn't the case because I look back and realize that I failed to mention SO MANY occurrences from the fall: The new batch of grad students in my program, visits from friends far and near, a trip to DC, the comings together of the first chapter of my thesis, another birthday, my sister's move to "The Fort," my little bro's triumphant return from Japan - man, oh, man. Okay, not a lack of things to talk about, so... Was I too busy? Get real, Emily, you're always busy. Was I uninspired? I've been uninspired before, and it typically brings about the most delicious rants about "kids these days." Hmm...
So let's explore these poignant conversations with good friends in The Dash. First of all, one of my greatest failures as your beloved blogger is not telling you about some of the great friendships I have developed in the last six months. The new cohort of grad students that joined my program in the fall have been such a bright and shining spot in my life for the last six months. I didn't nickname them for the purposes of the blog, which is a bit of let-down, I know. And I guess that means I have to call them by name and totally forsake their anonymity. Meh, whatever. On to poignant conversations --->
It began with an evening with Rainn Wilson from SoulPancake (and The Office). I accompanied my separated-at-birth, possibly fraternal twin, #twinningsohard, new yoga buddy and classmate, Ashleigh, to Rainn's talk (and it was her birthday - woo!). One of the overarching themes of his presentation was the pursuit of happiness - we all want it, we don't know how to get it, or we look for it in the wrong places, and some of us die before we figure out how to be happy. Rainn's suggestion? Gratitude. Show gratitude, be happy. Be mindful, live in the moment, and be GRATEFUL for that moment. Gratitude, mindfulness, showing kindness to others = keys to happiness? I had to chew on that for a while.
And then a few days later, I engaged in a little heart-to-heart with another dear, new classmate that I failed to tell you about until right now: Hannah. Hannah is a Texas ex with the license plate and Texas Longhorn cowboy boots to prove it. We take classes together, we TA together, we tutor together, we ride the shuttle to campus with Ron together, we spend much of our weekends together, we plan great adventures together, and we share a heart-to-heart conversation here and there. In the meanderings of our conversation the other day, we came to a juncture in which we both acknowledged that we so often depend on something external to provide us with happiness: friends, romantic partners, full social calendars, food, awards and accolades, etc. With Rainn's words weighing heavy in my mind, I thought: NO. These external sources CAN'T give us happiness. I'm the only one who can give myself happiness.
And then, my brain was struck with a lightning bolt (as it often is when I have serious revelations): Perhaps I wasn't blogging in the fall because I was unhappy? Perhaps I could have been happy and, subsequently, could have graced you all with a few more posts, if I had taken a moment to stop and appreciate what was happening in my life. If I had taken a moment to show some gratitude for new friends, the start of a new school year in an amazing place, great opportunities for myself and my family, and a journey that continues to prove itself quite exciting - maybe I could have mustered up some happiness and some posts for the party people out there in the world who survive only on my musings on this little blog o' mine.
Then, my thoughts took another turn. With the lightning bolt that had already struck my brain, the storm clouds came rolling in: So I'm blogging a lot now because there's a lot going on that I want to share with the world, and I'm HAPPY. But what if the happiness I'm experiencing now is still only a product of external factors? Am I happy because I've been admitted to some of the best PhD programs in my field in the COUNTRY, or am I truly happy? Did I create this happiness for myself, or did a few acceptance letters create the happiness? Take shelter, people, the storm has come and it's a doozy.
There's a path I can take to find reprieve from the storm: gratitude. I'm on the path now, and it's actually quite enjoyable. I implore you to try a little gratitude - to live in this moment and cherish all that this moment affords you: shelter, safety, nourishment, friendship, opportunities, experiences, health, a Mountain Dew, and a brand spankin' new iPhone 5c (okay, those last few are pretty specific to my moment, right now, but you get the picture). Hopefully, with this new-found gratitude and happiness, y'all will hear a lot more from me in the coming months.
Peace, love, and some good old fashioned HAPPINESS--
Emily :)
P.S. If you want to hear more about Rainn's take on happiness and what SoulPancake is all about, check out soulpancake.com and one of their many videos:
January 29, 2014
But What Do You DO With Communication?
On a recent phone interview, my interviewer opened the conversation with, "I REALLY related to some of the things that you wrote in one of your essays - that no one really understands what you're studying." We joked about the many times that people have asked us what we DO with a degree in communication; if we intend to be television broadcasters and whether we'd be covering news, entertainment, sports, or otherwise; or if we're doing this just because we like to talk, are good at talking, and want to keep talking and get paid for it. For those of you who have asked me these questions: It's okay; I owe you an explanation. And to all of my fellow comm majors, comm scholars, comm professionals: Sigh.
Since I'll likely post a lot in the coming months about school (because, well, let's face it, I LOVE school), I should probably tell you what in the world I spend all this time, coffee consumption, and energy on. Before we start, though, I must provide a warning: There are many, diverse directions you can pursue with a degree in communication; I represent one tiny little blip on the spectrum of these possibilities. I, by no means, represent what EVERYONE does or can do with a degree in communication. In the simplest of terms, I study communication in personal relationships. More specifically (yet not really specific at all), I really want to know what's different or the same about how people communicate online v. face-to-face, and how these differing communication contexts impact characteristics of the relationships. In order to answer these questions, I don't just read books about it, but I conduct my own research. Someday, I'll be the person whose book chapter someone else reads to learn the answer to these questions. That's what I do.
Now, in doing what I do (which is such a vague phrase, but just go with it), I've discovered that scholar/researcher Emily is a bit of a contradiction to regular life Emily. Let me give you a few examples:
1) Scholar/researcher Emily studies mediated communication - communicating with others via text messages, Google chat, Facebook, Twitter, etc. However, regular life Emily doesn't even own a smartphone. Hmmm...
2) Scholar/researcher Emily is really interested in the adaptation of nonverbal cues in mediated contexts - all the nonverbal cues that are visible in face-to-face communication (gestures, facial expressions, tone of voice, etc.) that aren't quite possible in a text message. She's really interested in this topic because she imagines that it's far less interesting to read this blog than it would be to experience her talking about all of this in person (can you imagine how much arm-flailing she'd be doing by this point?!). And this is one of the reasons that regular life Emily has put the kibosh on online dating for so long: She's just not the same and other people just aren't the same online. I'm afraid I'd be totally lame online! But these days, regular life Emily is changing her tune, and potentially diving into the online dating scene (more to come, my friends; MORE.TO.COME.).
Besides these scholar/researcher Emily and regular life Emily contradictions, I must bring up another instance in which I have proven myself a hypocrite. Please direct your attention to Exhibit A, a post from last spring in which I spewed my rants and complaints about a whole host of stuff (see: "You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?"). In that post, you may recall that I went on a rant about the nonsensical nature of black stretchy pants and boots as a fashion choice. I must admit that I, Emily Michelle Buehler, at this very moment, am wearing black stretchy pants and boots with an over-sized sweater. Crap. I caved. I may need an intervention.
So here are your take-aways, folks:
EMILY :)
P.S. How many times are y'all going to let me talk about myself in the third-person before you get A) really concerned about my sanity, B) really annoyed with me, or C) really confused about who I'm really talking about? Just curious.
P.P.S. Don't EVEN get me started on the difference between communication and communicationS.
Since I'll likely post a lot in the coming months about school (because, well, let's face it, I LOVE school), I should probably tell you what in the world I spend all this time, coffee consumption, and energy on. Before we start, though, I must provide a warning: There are many, diverse directions you can pursue with a degree in communication; I represent one tiny little blip on the spectrum of these possibilities. I, by no means, represent what EVERYONE does or can do with a degree in communication. In the simplest of terms, I study communication in personal relationships. More specifically (yet not really specific at all), I really want to know what's different or the same about how people communicate online v. face-to-face, and how these differing communication contexts impact characteristics of the relationships. In order to answer these questions, I don't just read books about it, but I conduct my own research. Someday, I'll be the person whose book chapter someone else reads to learn the answer to these questions. That's what I do.
Now, in doing what I do (which is such a vague phrase, but just go with it), I've discovered that scholar/researcher Emily is a bit of a contradiction to regular life Emily. Let me give you a few examples:
1) Scholar/researcher Emily studies mediated communication - communicating with others via text messages, Google chat, Facebook, Twitter, etc. However, regular life Emily doesn't even own a smartphone. Hmmm...
2) Scholar/researcher Emily is really interested in the adaptation of nonverbal cues in mediated contexts - all the nonverbal cues that are visible in face-to-face communication (gestures, facial expressions, tone of voice, etc.) that aren't quite possible in a text message. She's really interested in this topic because she imagines that it's far less interesting to read this blog than it would be to experience her talking about all of this in person (can you imagine how much arm-flailing she'd be doing by this point?!). And this is one of the reasons that regular life Emily has put the kibosh on online dating for so long: She's just not the same and other people just aren't the same online. I'm afraid I'd be totally lame online! But these days, regular life Emily is changing her tune, and potentially diving into the online dating scene (more to come, my friends; MORE.TO.COME.).
Besides these scholar/researcher Emily and regular life Emily contradictions, I must bring up another instance in which I have proven myself a hypocrite. Please direct your attention to Exhibit A, a post from last spring in which I spewed my rants and complaints about a whole host of stuff (see: "You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?"). In that post, you may recall that I went on a rant about the nonsensical nature of black stretchy pants and boots as a fashion choice. I must admit that I, Emily Michelle Buehler, at this very moment, am wearing black stretchy pants and boots with an over-sized sweater. Crap. I caved. I may need an intervention.
So here are your take-aways, folks:
- I need to upgrade my phone
- You should look forward to posts about my online dating adventures
- And someone save me from the stretchy pants
- Oh, and now you know what I do (sort of)
- So stop asking me if I want to be on TV. I don't want to be on TV (but I kind of want to be on TV - in a reality show about my ridiculous life, NOT as a broadcaster)
EMILY :)
P.S. How many times are y'all going to let me talk about myself in the third-person before you get A) really concerned about my sanity, B) really annoyed with me, or C) really confused about who I'm really talking about? Just curious.
P.P.S. Don't EVEN get me started on the difference between communication and communicationS.
January 25, 2014
Fashion Plates and Fellowships
Do you ever stop to consider the immense number of people who are cheering you on through your life? There's a whole gaggle of people who want you to succeed, who know you'll succeed, and will be there to celebrate (and knowingly say, "I told you so") when you succeed. These are people near and far, people young and old, people who you spoke to five minutes ago and people you haven't seen for five years. And celebrating with them is so much dang fun. Their compliments and well-wishes and I-told-you-so's make you feel like a million bucks.
And then you start to wonder - am I giving back proportionately to what I'm getting from these people? Do they know I'm cheering them on too? Do I make their life's victories unforgettable? Do I make them feel like a million bucks? Do I tell them, "thanks," even when there's not some huge accomplishment to celebrate? Each day of my life, am I showing appreciation to these people who make my life so dazzling, so fulfilling, so enriching, and so sitting-on-top-of-the-world amazing?
So let's talk about my mom (who will probably be the first one to read this, the first one to tell me she read it, and she will cry when she reads it; don't make me call you that word, Mom):
My mom is awesome.
Sometimes, I try to let her know that all of MY accomplishments that SHE is so proud of actually come from HER. I didn't just fall onto this earth and teach myself everything I know. I didn't appear in this world with an innate sense of how to be a good person. I was raised by two awesome parents and a whole slew of other family members who helped shape me into this young lady you see before you today. She probably won't accept credit for any of this because she probably doesn't think that she was really trying to do any of what I'll give her credit for; and maybe that's true - maybe she didn't try to instill a love of learning in her kids, maybe she didn't intentionally sit down and create a plan for how she would make her kids grow up to be good people, maybe none of this was a conscious effort. Maybe the fact of the matter is that my mom is such an amazing person that she doesn't have to try to impart those qualities unto her children: she just does. She exudes kindness, curiosity, enthusiasm - and we followed her example.
So thanks for reading to me when I was a kid. Thanks for taking me to the library for story hour and letting me buy books whenever the Scholastic book orders came home in my book bag. Although I didn't understand it as a kid, thanks for all the educational field trips we took: nature centers, museums, parks. Thanks for setting an example for the way I should treat other people. Thanks for encouraging my curiosity with painting projects, homemade crayons, quilting, bedazzlers, Play-doh, Fashion Plates (man, I loved Fashion Plates!), crafts with Grandma, and all sorts of other stuff. Thanks for letting me play outside and make up songs to sing to myself. Thanks for my siblings who joined in a lot of these shenanigans and continue to challenge me (mentally and otherwise). Thanks for letting me be involved in a million activities and driving me back and forth from so many of them. And thanks for putting up with the perfectionist little kindergartener Emily who erased her mistakes until she burned holes in the paper - and continuing to put up with perfectionist Emily to this day. Thanks for being the first person I call when I get good news because I know you'll be the most excited and most proud of anyone I call.
Speaking of phone calls and good news: I thought this was the best way to share news with a bunch of people who care about what I'm up to (because there just aren't enough hours in the day to call/text all of you). In the last 48 hours, I have learned that I am accepted or offered a phone interview at nearly all of my top choice PhD programs. I have been awarded a fellowship at one school, in competition for a fellowship at another, and awaiting to hear more from others. I am ecstatic, and I feel as though years of hard work, once again, has paid off. I also feel incredibly grateful to all who have led me here, in one way or another. Expect to hear more updates, as my decision process progresses.
For now, I must leave you to prepare for a phone interview, at which point I'm super grateful for my dad who has taught me everything I know about socializing with strangers. He might not know that he's charismatic, but he is, and I'm glad to have learned that trait from him. By golly, I was blessed with two pretty rocking parents. Go hug your parents, if you can, y'all! Or hug your kids! Life is good.
Peace, love, and Fashion Plates--
Emily :)
And then you start to wonder - am I giving back proportionately to what I'm getting from these people? Do they know I'm cheering them on too? Do I make their life's victories unforgettable? Do I make them feel like a million bucks? Do I tell them, "thanks," even when there's not some huge accomplishment to celebrate? Each day of my life, am I showing appreciation to these people who make my life so dazzling, so fulfilling, so enriching, and so sitting-on-top-of-the-world amazing?
So let's talk about my mom (who will probably be the first one to read this, the first one to tell me she read it, and she will cry when she reads it; don't make me call you that word, Mom):
My mom is awesome.
Sometimes, I try to let her know that all of MY accomplishments that SHE is so proud of actually come from HER. I didn't just fall onto this earth and teach myself everything I know. I didn't appear in this world with an innate sense of how to be a good person. I was raised by two awesome parents and a whole slew of other family members who helped shape me into this young lady you see before you today. She probably won't accept credit for any of this because she probably doesn't think that she was really trying to do any of what I'll give her credit for; and maybe that's true - maybe she didn't try to instill a love of learning in her kids, maybe she didn't intentionally sit down and create a plan for how she would make her kids grow up to be good people, maybe none of this was a conscious effort. Maybe the fact of the matter is that my mom is such an amazing person that she doesn't have to try to impart those qualities unto her children: she just does. She exudes kindness, curiosity, enthusiasm - and we followed her example.
So thanks for reading to me when I was a kid. Thanks for taking me to the library for story hour and letting me buy books whenever the Scholastic book orders came home in my book bag. Although I didn't understand it as a kid, thanks for all the educational field trips we took: nature centers, museums, parks. Thanks for setting an example for the way I should treat other people. Thanks for encouraging my curiosity with painting projects, homemade crayons, quilting, bedazzlers, Play-doh, Fashion Plates (man, I loved Fashion Plates!), crafts with Grandma, and all sorts of other stuff. Thanks for letting me play outside and make up songs to sing to myself. Thanks for my siblings who joined in a lot of these shenanigans and continue to challenge me (mentally and otherwise). Thanks for letting me be involved in a million activities and driving me back and forth from so many of them. And thanks for putting up with the perfectionist little kindergartener Emily who erased her mistakes until she burned holes in the paper - and continuing to put up with perfectionist Emily to this day. Thanks for being the first person I call when I get good news because I know you'll be the most excited and most proud of anyone I call.
Speaking of phone calls and good news: I thought this was the best way to share news with a bunch of people who care about what I'm up to (because there just aren't enough hours in the day to call/text all of you). In the last 48 hours, I have learned that I am accepted or offered a phone interview at nearly all of my top choice PhD programs. I have been awarded a fellowship at one school, in competition for a fellowship at another, and awaiting to hear more from others. I am ecstatic, and I feel as though years of hard work, once again, has paid off. I also feel incredibly grateful to all who have led me here, in one way or another. Expect to hear more updates, as my decision process progresses.
For now, I must leave you to prepare for a phone interview, at which point I'm super grateful for my dad who has taught me everything I know about socializing with strangers. He might not know that he's charismatic, but he is, and I'm glad to have learned that trait from him. By golly, I was blessed with two pretty rocking parents. Go hug your parents, if you can, y'all! Or hug your kids! Life is good.
Peace, love, and Fashion Plates--
Emily :)
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