Emily Martin
eamartin@usieagles.org
English 201.501
Final Draft
1224 words
Tragedy and Recovery Through Meat
Often when we look back in our memories we can remember a time and place best by what we ate that day. Some of these events are best forgotten because the experience was so horrible. However, for the lucky few there are great food experiences that will be remembered and talked about for years to come. Some foods may even mark a terrible life event and a wonderful one at the same time. For me, that awe inspiring food is beef.
There once was a time in my life where hamburgers and steak ruled the family dinners. Beef was seen on our table at least three nights a week. My dad loved cooking for all of us, my four brothers and sisters. Plus, I think hamburgers were just easier for him to make with so many mouths to feed. However, a tragic passing in the family changed our dinner menu for the next decade.
Nearly 10 years ago, my grandfather, Francis Will, was diagnosed with Cruetzfeld Jacobs Disease, the human form of "Mad Cow Disease." The disease is a slow killer much like that of AIDS. It lay dormant in my grandfather's body for 40 years. My grandfather, an unsuspecting victim, didn't even know that something was wrong with him until it was too late to do anything about it. The disease is marked by uncontrollable seizures, forgetfulness similar to Alzheimer’s disease in its latter stages and loss of bodily function and control. The debilitating disease was found to be caused by eating beef brain sandwiches in Europe during the war. However, after watching my grandfather suffer for months and forget who I was, I swore of beef as a whole, not just beef brain sandwiches. At the age of 13, I made a pact with myself and refused to eat steak, hamburger and all other beef products. To me, it was the beef that took my grandfather away from me not just the disease. I was furious with the cattle farmers, meat processing plants and even cows for not doing their part to protect him. However, not everyone in my family agreed with my decision to ward off beef.
My mom feared that I wouldn't be getting the appropriate vitamins and minerals that I needed to stay healthy. I informed her that vegetarians live just fine without meat. My brother and sisters didn't quite understand why I had taking such a drastic action against beef. However, I witnessed my grandfather's final year of life diminish at an alarming rate first hand unlike them. Being the first granddaughter and all, I was very close to my grandfather and the only grandchild mature enough to help take care of him. My dad disagreed with my decision at first because he had to cook me a separate meal for dinner every time he cooked beef products. I think he thought it was a teenage phase I was going through and it would eventually pass. After about a year of not eating anything beef, he finally gave up trying to make me eat it, and just made me chicken instead. It was nice when he finally saw where I was coming from and took me serious.
Sometimes in life there are people that change your world, and it happened to me some years after my grandfather passed away. It has been eight years since my grandfather’s passing and I recently ate my first piece of beef since his untimely death. While Brian, my boyfriend, and I were out at dinner one night he asked me to try a piece of his steak. It was one of the hardest decisions of my life. Brian knew my grandfather quite well, and what I had been threw with his passing. He knew I had been so against eating beef or having anything to do with it, and was now asking me to trust him and just try it. Well, reluctantly, I tried the steak piece and showed that I trusted him. It was so delicious; I loved it. I really loved it, but on the inside I felt so guilty, as if I had defied my grandfather. Eating the piece of steak that night had a great impact on my life. Not only did I try beef for the first time in several years, but Brian also gave me my “I will always care for you” ring that night. Eating steak marked a milestone in my life. I had began a process of getting over a fear of beef that I had had for so many years, and received a symbol of love and compassion from Brian.
Brian and I's love for each other grew immensely over the next couple of months. We were inseparable just as we had been when we were kids many years earlier. I decided to leave St. Louis and move to Evansville, and pursue my education in Indiana closer to Brian. The first couple of months here were hard for me being away from my family in St. Louis and trying to get used to the slow pace in Evansville. The hardest part of moving to Evansville was moving in across the street from my grandfather's home into Brian’s house. It brought back all the great memories that my grandfather and I had shared when I came to visit every summer. It was also because of my grandfather that I met Brian.
Brian was a scrawny, neighborhood boy that liked to play in the dirt with his tractors and build tree houses right across the lane from my grandfather’s house. I would spend my summer days running back and forth in my grandfather’s yard waiting for Brian to walk over and ask me to play with him. Brian would come over, and talk to my grandfather and help him with yard chores, but always avoided me. I think because I was a girl and he was shy. I was only three when my grandfather finally introduced me to the then skinny, short, blonde haired, four year old boy, but it was worth the wait. Brian and I have been attached at the hip since then. We shared our first kisses with each other when we were nine and ten years old, spent years mad at each other over silly “becoming teenagers” drama, and ended up rekindling the old flame and becoming as crazy about each other as we had been in our childhood years.
Coincidently, a year after trying my first piece of beef with Brian, I had big news for Brian to be shared over another steak dinner. I was about to tell him that we were expecting our first child, when I realized this was only the second time I had eaten beef since my grandfather had passed away eight years earlier. Beef seems to have an effect on my life. It marked a horrible event and two of the greatest events of my life. I loved my grandfather more than anything in the world, and quit eating beef for him. Then Brian became my greatest love, and I started eating beef again with him. It’s a good thing I trusted him, because I order steak at a bunch of restaurants now to celebrate the wonderful gifts in life.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
foods and memories draft 1
Emily Martin
eamartin@usieagles.org
English 201.501
Food and Memories Draft 1
988 words
eamartin@usieagles.org
English 201.501
Food and Memories Draft 1
988 words
Beef in My Life
Often when we look back in our memories we can remember a time and place best by what we ate that day. Some of these events are best forgotten because the experience was so horrible, but for the lucky few there are great food experiences that will be remembered and talked about for years to come. Some foods may even mark a terrible life event and a wonderful one at the same time. For me, that magical food is beef.
There once was a time in my life where hamburgers and steak ruled the family dinners. Beef was seen on our table at least three nights a week. My dad loved cooking for all of us, my four brothers and sisters. Plus, I think hamburgers were just easier for him to make with so many mouths to feed. However a tragic passing in the family changed our dinner menu for the next decade.
Nearly 10 years ago, my grandfather, Francis Will, was diagnosed with Cruetzfeld Jacobs Disease, the human form of "Mad Cow Disease." The disease is a slow killer much like that of AIDS. It lay dormant in my grandfather's body for 40 years. My grandfather, an unsuspecting victim, didn't even know that something was wrong with him until it was too late to do anything about it. The disease is marked by uncontrollable seizures, forgetfulness similar to Alzheimer’s disease in its latter stages and loss of bodily function and control. The debilitating disease was found to be caused by eating beef brain sandwiches in Europe during the war. However, after watching my grandfather suffer for months and forget who I was, I swore of beef as a whole, not just beef brain sandwiches. At the age of thirteen I made a pact with myself and refused to eat steak, hamburger and all other beef products. To me, it was the beef that took my grandfather away from me not just the disease. I was furious with the cattle farmers, meat processing plants and even cows for not doing there part to protect him. However not everyone in my family agreed with my decision to ward off beef.
My mom feared that I wouldn't be getting the appropriate vitamins and minerals that I needed to stay healthy. I informed her that vegetarians live just fine without meat. My brother and sisters didn't quite understand why I had taking such a drastic action against beef. However, I witnessed my grandfather's final year of life diminish at an alarming rate first hand unlike them. Being the first granddaughter and all, I was very close to my grandfather. My dad disagreed with my decision at first because he had to cook me a separate meal for dinner every time he cooked beef products. I think he thought it was a teenage phase I was going through and it would eventually pass. After about a year of not eating anything beef, he finally gave up trying to make me eat it, and just made me chicken instead. It was nice when he finally saw where I was coming from and took me serious.
It has been eight years since my grandfather past away and I recently ate my first piece of beef since his untimely death. While Brian, my boyfriend, and I were out at dinner one night he asked me to try a piece of his steak. It was one of the hardest decisions of my life. Brian knew my grandfather and what I had been threw with his passing. He knew I had been so against eating beef or having anything to do with it, and was now asking me to trust him and just try it. Well, reluctantly, I tried the steak piece and showed that I trusted him. It was so delicious; I loved it. I really loved it, but on the inside I felt so guilty, as if I had defied my grandfather. Eating the piece of steak that night had a great impact on my life. Not only did I try beef for the first time in years, but Brian also gave me my ring that night. Eating steak marked a milestone in my life. I had began a process of getting over a fear of beef that I had had for so many years, and received a symbol of love from Brian.
Brian and I's love for each other grew immensely over the next couple of months. We were inseparable just as we had been when we were kids many years earlier. I decided to leave St. Louis and move to Evansville and pursue my education in Indiana closer to Brian. The first couple of months here were hard for me being away from my family in St. Louis and trying to get used to the slow pace in Evansville. The hardest part of moving to Evansville was moving in across the street from my grandfather's home. It brought back all the great memories that my grandfather and I had shared every summer I came to visit. It was because of my grandfather that I met Brian though.
Coincidently a year later, over another steak dinner, I had big news for Brian. I was about to tell him that we were expecting our first child, when I realized this was only the second time I had eaten beef since my grandfather had passed away eight years earlier. Beef seems to have an effect on my life. It marked a horrible event and two of the greatest events of my life. I loved my grandfather more than anything in the world, and quit eating beef for him. Then Brian became my greatest love and a started eating beef again with him.
Good thing I trusted him, because I order steak and burgers at a bunch of restaurants now to celebrate the wonderful gifts in life!
Often when we look back in our memories we can remember a time and place best by what we ate that day. Some of these events are best forgotten because the experience was so horrible, but for the lucky few there are great food experiences that will be remembered and talked about for years to come. Some foods may even mark a terrible life event and a wonderful one at the same time. For me, that magical food is beef.
There once was a time in my life where hamburgers and steak ruled the family dinners. Beef was seen on our table at least three nights a week. My dad loved cooking for all of us, my four brothers and sisters. Plus, I think hamburgers were just easier for him to make with so many mouths to feed. However a tragic passing in the family changed our dinner menu for the next decade.
Nearly 10 years ago, my grandfather, Francis Will, was diagnosed with Cruetzfeld Jacobs Disease, the human form of "Mad Cow Disease." The disease is a slow killer much like that of AIDS. It lay dormant in my grandfather's body for 40 years. My grandfather, an unsuspecting victim, didn't even know that something was wrong with him until it was too late to do anything about it. The disease is marked by uncontrollable seizures, forgetfulness similar to Alzheimer’s disease in its latter stages and loss of bodily function and control. The debilitating disease was found to be caused by eating beef brain sandwiches in Europe during the war. However, after watching my grandfather suffer for months and forget who I was, I swore of beef as a whole, not just beef brain sandwiches. At the age of thirteen I made a pact with myself and refused to eat steak, hamburger and all other beef products. To me, it was the beef that took my grandfather away from me not just the disease. I was furious with the cattle farmers, meat processing plants and even cows for not doing there part to protect him. However not everyone in my family agreed with my decision to ward off beef.
My mom feared that I wouldn't be getting the appropriate vitamins and minerals that I needed to stay healthy. I informed her that vegetarians live just fine without meat. My brother and sisters didn't quite understand why I had taking such a drastic action against beef. However, I witnessed my grandfather's final year of life diminish at an alarming rate first hand unlike them. Being the first granddaughter and all, I was very close to my grandfather. My dad disagreed with my decision at first because he had to cook me a separate meal for dinner every time he cooked beef products. I think he thought it was a teenage phase I was going through and it would eventually pass. After about a year of not eating anything beef, he finally gave up trying to make me eat it, and just made me chicken instead. It was nice when he finally saw where I was coming from and took me serious.
It has been eight years since my grandfather past away and I recently ate my first piece of beef since his untimely death. While Brian, my boyfriend, and I were out at dinner one night he asked me to try a piece of his steak. It was one of the hardest decisions of my life. Brian knew my grandfather and what I had been threw with his passing. He knew I had been so against eating beef or having anything to do with it, and was now asking me to trust him and just try it. Well, reluctantly, I tried the steak piece and showed that I trusted him. It was so delicious; I loved it. I really loved it, but on the inside I felt so guilty, as if I had defied my grandfather. Eating the piece of steak that night had a great impact on my life. Not only did I try beef for the first time in years, but Brian also gave me my ring that night. Eating steak marked a milestone in my life. I had began a process of getting over a fear of beef that I had had for so many years, and received a symbol of love from Brian.
Brian and I's love for each other grew immensely over the next couple of months. We were inseparable just as we had been when we were kids many years earlier. I decided to leave St. Louis and move to Evansville and pursue my education in Indiana closer to Brian. The first couple of months here were hard for me being away from my family in St. Louis and trying to get used to the slow pace in Evansville. The hardest part of moving to Evansville was moving in across the street from my grandfather's home. It brought back all the great memories that my grandfather and I had shared every summer I came to visit. It was because of my grandfather that I met Brian though.
Coincidently a year later, over another steak dinner, I had big news for Brian. I was about to tell him that we were expecting our first child, when I realized this was only the second time I had eaten beef since my grandfather had passed away eight years earlier. Beef seems to have an effect on my life. It marked a horrible event and two of the greatest events of my life. I loved my grandfather more than anything in the world, and quit eating beef for him. Then Brian became my greatest love and a started eating beef again with him.
Good thing I trusted him, because I order steak and burgers at a bunch of restaurants now to celebrate the wonderful gifts in life!
Friday, July 20, 2007
Foods 3
Every family has a primary cook or a specialty dish that one person cooks. Some families like to meet at a relative’s house or host a get together at their own home. No matter who cooks or where you eat, it is always nice to get together and share memories with one another.
My dad is the primary cook in our family. He loves to try new foods or have us try his new dishes. He is the type of person that opens a foreign cook book looks at a picture and tries to make that food. The food isn’t always so delicious but it makes for great dinner conversation. He has his specialty dishes though that are absolutely amazing. He makes the best barbeque smoked ribs and smoked turkey around. Some of my favorite foods that he makes are his chicken parmesan, chicken salad, steak, and seafood dinners.
At a family get-together or event my dad tends to keep things very traditional. He loves to barbeque and grill out so we often have a bunch of hamburgers, hotdogs and brats with potato salad, macaroni salad, and other summer side items. Most of our family events happen from the spring to the fall so it always good weather for a barbeque.
Most of my family get-togethers take place at my parent’s house or my aunt’s house, just four houses down the street. It’s easy that way because family members can park at our house and walk there or vice versa. When we have our family dinners the menu is usually always the same. The family has grown to expect certain foods to be at every gathering. We kind of do a potluck type of dinner where each member of the family brings their specialty dish or dessert and we all dig in.
These dishes are so important to me and the rest of the family because they seem to symbolize how well we mesh together and how much we mean to each other. It’s funny, because when someone misses a dinner and their dish is missing the whole family takes notice and talks about the last time they got to eat that particular meal. It’s important to have these family functions because it gives you memories to build and look back on.
All of our family get-togethers haven’t changed as far as the way they are held or the atmosphere that is felt at one. The only thing that has changed is the number of people that attend them. The family keeps growing and growing as the children are getting older and bringing their new husbands, wives and children over for dinner.
My dad is the primary cook in our family. He loves to try new foods or have us try his new dishes. He is the type of person that opens a foreign cook book looks at a picture and tries to make that food. The food isn’t always so delicious but it makes for great dinner conversation. He has his specialty dishes though that are absolutely amazing. He makes the best barbeque smoked ribs and smoked turkey around. Some of my favorite foods that he makes are his chicken parmesan, chicken salad, steak, and seafood dinners.
At a family get-together or event my dad tends to keep things very traditional. He loves to barbeque and grill out so we often have a bunch of hamburgers, hotdogs and brats with potato salad, macaroni salad, and other summer side items. Most of our family events happen from the spring to the fall so it always good weather for a barbeque.
Most of my family get-togethers take place at my parent’s house or my aunt’s house, just four houses down the street. It’s easy that way because family members can park at our house and walk there or vice versa. When we have our family dinners the menu is usually always the same. The family has grown to expect certain foods to be at every gathering. We kind of do a potluck type of dinner where each member of the family brings their specialty dish or dessert and we all dig in.
These dishes are so important to me and the rest of the family because they seem to symbolize how well we mesh together and how much we mean to each other. It’s funny, because when someone misses a dinner and their dish is missing the whole family takes notice and talks about the last time they got to eat that particular meal. It’s important to have these family functions because it gives you memories to build and look back on.
All of our family get-togethers haven’t changed as far as the way they are held or the atmosphere that is felt at one. The only thing that has changed is the number of people that attend them. The family keeps growing and growing as the children are getting older and bringing their new husbands, wives and children over for dinner.
Foods 2
When you are growing up there are all different foods that you get to try, especially when you are going through school. Lunch line foods are usually really disgusting and cold, but every now and then you find one that you just love. Some people have very early food memories from loving a certain snack when they were toddlers or having a favorite restaurant. One thing is for sure you taste difinitely change over time.
The first food memory that i have is off eggs. I think i had the flu and happened to eat eggs at the onset off it. I got really sick right after eating them and threw them up. Needlss to say i haven't eaten eggs since then, and i think i was three when that happened.
In pre-school I loved Peanut butter and jelly. I didn't get to eat out much so i fell in love with what was available to me. Better to learn to like it then to go hungry i guess. In grade school and middle school we had these things called churro's that were absolutely amazing. Once a week we would get churro's in the lunch line. Churro's were these warm 12" cinnamon and sugar sticks. I would save it til the very end of my meal so i could enjoy it. I miss those. In high school however my favorite food was brought in from another company and not offered at the lunch line. Every wednesday we got hot bagels from St. Louis Bread Co. I always got two or three cinnamon crunch bagels. They are still my favorite bagels to this day!!
I am not much of a cook at all. My dad even got me the cookbook "how to boil water" for christmas as a joke, but then realized how much i needed it. Its still in the wrapper i think. Thats what i think about cooking. Don't get me wrog i have cooked Briana meal before. I made him mashed potatoes and cheesy shells. Well he asked were the meat was. I hadn't learned to make meat yet, and still have no clue how to cook it.
Over the years i never really noticed my tastes changing, but ever since i got pregnant they have changed so much. There are foods that i love one day and can't stand the next. I can love and hate the same food three times a day. It crazy. i will whine to get strawberry ice cream then it comes and i remember i hate strawberry ice cream and i can't eat it. I guess we will have to see what happens to my tastes after Abigail is born...maybe they will be normal again!
The first food memory that i have is off eggs. I think i had the flu and happened to eat eggs at the onset off it. I got really sick right after eating them and threw them up. Needlss to say i haven't eaten eggs since then, and i think i was three when that happened.
In pre-school I loved Peanut butter and jelly. I didn't get to eat out much so i fell in love with what was available to me. Better to learn to like it then to go hungry i guess. In grade school and middle school we had these things called churro's that were absolutely amazing. Once a week we would get churro's in the lunch line. Churro's were these warm 12" cinnamon and sugar sticks. I would save it til the very end of my meal so i could enjoy it. I miss those. In high school however my favorite food was brought in from another company and not offered at the lunch line. Every wednesday we got hot bagels from St. Louis Bread Co. I always got two or three cinnamon crunch bagels. They are still my favorite bagels to this day!!
I am not much of a cook at all. My dad even got me the cookbook "how to boil water" for christmas as a joke, but then realized how much i needed it. Its still in the wrapper i think. Thats what i think about cooking. Don't get me wrog i have cooked Briana meal before. I made him mashed potatoes and cheesy shells. Well he asked were the meat was. I hadn't learned to make meat yet, and still have no clue how to cook it.
Over the years i never really noticed my tastes changing, but ever since i got pregnant they have changed so much. There are foods that i love one day and can't stand the next. I can love and hate the same food three times a day. It crazy. i will whine to get strawberry ice cream then it comes and i remember i hate strawberry ice cream and i can't eat it. I guess we will have to see what happens to my tastes after Abigail is born...maybe they will be normal again!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Foods
Food is a very important part of my life. I try to try new foods all the time and see what all is out there. You never know if you are going to love something until you give it a try. Some of my favoite foods are thankfully found at my favorite places. But some foods seem so far away.
Some of my favorite foods are Chinese and BBQ. From any chinese place, i absolutely have to have chicken fried rice. I love it smothered in soy sauce. When it comes to my BBQ i have to have steak, bratworst, hotdogs and mounds of mashed potatoes. I absolutely love the atmosphere that surrounds a good family BBQ. One of my all time favorites, that I swore I hated until I finally tried it, is shrimp scampi. I absolutely love shrimp now and try to eat it as much as possible.
Now as much as I love food, there are certain foods that I will never eat again. I have at least tried them, so I can say I hate them. I cannot stand most vegetables especially peas and asparagus. Just the thought of those two makes me ill. Another food I cannot stand is mexican. I am that person that goes to the mexican restaurant and orders a hamburger and fries. I think I hate mexican food because they use hot sauces...another food or sauce I can't stand. My fiance uses hot sauce on everything and it drives me crazy.
Some of the places I love to eat at are Red lobster, Applebee's, and Bandana's, a BBQ restaurant back in St. Louis. I love eating out because I don't have to clean up and the food is always good. However, sometimes it is good to just have a BBQ with friends or have a home cooked meal. So for the warm seasons I lmake a huge to eat outside with my friends and family whenever possible.
Speaking of family, I have some of the best cooks in my mine. My dad prides himself on being an "Iron Chef" of sorts. He is always trying to make new foods and impress the rest of the family with his masterful skills. My favorite food from him though has to be his Thanksgiving turkey. It is always big and juicy. My mom makes makes the best sides dishes. She makes a mean green bean cassarole, and coming from someone who hates vegetables, that says alot. My Aunt Vicki makes the greatest desserts on the planet. Wether its a pumkin pie, banana nut bread, or banana pudding you can't help but save room in your belly for it. I love the holidays when i get to go home and have all this food.
Since I am living away from home now with my fiance i have had to learn to make my own meals and i have to say I make some pretty scrumptous cheesy garlic mashed potatoes and grilled cheese sandwiches. Thankfully Brian is around to help cook too, because he makes the most amazing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. It may not seems like much but they make the best snack after a long day!! You could call it my comfort food.
Some of my favorite foods are Chinese and BBQ. From any chinese place, i absolutely have to have chicken fried rice. I love it smothered in soy sauce. When it comes to my BBQ i have to have steak, bratworst, hotdogs and mounds of mashed potatoes. I absolutely love the atmosphere that surrounds a good family BBQ. One of my all time favorites, that I swore I hated until I finally tried it, is shrimp scampi. I absolutely love shrimp now and try to eat it as much as possible.
Now as much as I love food, there are certain foods that I will never eat again. I have at least tried them, so I can say I hate them. I cannot stand most vegetables especially peas and asparagus. Just the thought of those two makes me ill. Another food I cannot stand is mexican. I am that person that goes to the mexican restaurant and orders a hamburger and fries. I think I hate mexican food because they use hot sauces...another food or sauce I can't stand. My fiance uses hot sauce on everything and it drives me crazy.
Some of the places I love to eat at are Red lobster, Applebee's, and Bandana's, a BBQ restaurant back in St. Louis. I love eating out because I don't have to clean up and the food is always good. However, sometimes it is good to just have a BBQ with friends or have a home cooked meal. So for the warm seasons I lmake a huge to eat outside with my friends and family whenever possible.
Speaking of family, I have some of the best cooks in my mine. My dad prides himself on being an "Iron Chef" of sorts. He is always trying to make new foods and impress the rest of the family with his masterful skills. My favorite food from him though has to be his Thanksgiving turkey. It is always big and juicy. My mom makes makes the best sides dishes. She makes a mean green bean cassarole, and coming from someone who hates vegetables, that says alot. My Aunt Vicki makes the greatest desserts on the planet. Wether its a pumkin pie, banana nut bread, or banana pudding you can't help but save room in your belly for it. I love the holidays when i get to go home and have all this food.
Since I am living away from home now with my fiance i have had to learn to make my own meals and i have to say I make some pretty scrumptous cheesy garlic mashed potatoes and grilled cheese sandwiches. Thankfully Brian is around to help cook too, because he makes the most amazing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. It may not seems like much but they make the best snack after a long day!! You could call it my comfort food.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
About Me
I have been living in Evansville, IN for almost a year now. Previous to moving to Evansville, I lived in St. Louis and attended school there for about two years. The school there was a nice place to meet people but not really set up for your educational needs. I had alot of trouble with unsupportive teachers and bad grades there, but on the upside i made some lifetime friends.
I am getting ready to have a baby girl in about six weeks with my best friend of almost 18 years. We are very excited about her arrival. We have been remodeling her room for a few weeks now and it seems to be taking forever. Thankfully her furniture is in so i can put it in her room. The anticipation is killing me though!
I am just glad to be getting done with school soon and starting my career and new family.
I am getting ready to have a baby girl in about six weeks with my best friend of almost 18 years. We are very excited about her arrival. We have been remodeling her room for a few weeks now and it seems to be taking forever. Thankfully her furniture is in so i can put it in her room. The anticipation is killing me though!
I am just glad to be getting done with school soon and starting my career and new family.
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