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I love free things. Yes, I know you sometimes get what you pay for. But I will sit through any meeting and listen to any insurance company, medication representative, etc. if it means that I get freebies. I scored big-time with our office’s recent insurance “fair.” (It was just a few tables set up in a room, nothing fancy.) But I got a free water bottle, tote bag, chapstick…even an apple and a package of almonds. At a different insurance meeting I scored a rockin’ day planner that I can’t wait to use. Not to mention both meetings had a truckload of free pens.

That brings me to my real confession.

I…am a pen whore.

Pen, preciousss?

Pen, preciousss?

There! I’ve admitted it. I’ve no sooner gotten a new pen in my clutches before I’m eyeballing the next one in the cup at the bank. When I tire of one, I move to the next. Oh, I’ve had my rebound pens. And I’ve turned back to a few after thinking I could move on. The one pen I’ve managed to truly be faithful to is actually from my dad’s workplace. I love their pens with a passion. Thankfully, Dad also keeps me well-stocked with them. I’d like to think they’re my one and only, but even the other day, at yet another insurance meeting, I glomped onto the free pens like they were a bag of Dove’s chocolates.

It made me realize just how easy it is to “promote” things, and how big-name people can get carried away. I mean, imagine if it was jewelry. Or a designer dress. Or top of the line shoes. The list goes on. I know I’m guilty of it. Sure, I’ll wave your company’s logo everywhere if it means I get a free toothbrush. (True story. Even at an insurance meeting.) It makes you wonder, would you still accept the gift it was from a company that goes against something you believe in? If you know for a fact that the company in question is a staunch supporter of something that you strongly protest, do you have the courage to turn it down? I’d like to think that I would. Then I look at how excited I get over a pen. A really, really, awesome, shiny new pen. Could I turn away a new car? Or a laptop? Or a gaming device? Tough question.

I guess I’ll just be thankful that I get all the free pens my lustful little heart desires. And pray that my dad’s company never decides to change pen carriers.

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Ah, dear Star Wars. How I love thee. I remember the first time that my dear father asked me if I had ever watched Star Wars. When I replied no, he gave me a look of horror and immediately went to the video store (back when we actually had video stores and not Netflix) to get the entire original trilogy. (That was back when there was only one trilogy as well.) I was probably eleven or twelve around that time, which meant that the original movies had been out for a quite a while, probably a good ten years or so. But they were still awesome, just as they are now.

I think what makes Star Wars so endearing to my heart is the memories of getting to spend time with my dad. My dad was (and is) totally awesome about these. Some of my favorite memories of all time come from “father-daughter dates” to movies. We watched all of the new Star Wars movies that came out, eagerly waiting in anticipation for the next release. We watched the Lord of the Rings trilogy, The Patriot, the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy; he even suffered through Titanic with me. He used those times to teach me the qualities that I needed to look for in a guy, what to expect on a date, etc. Because the nearest movie theater at the time was a good half hour to forty minutes away from our small town, we got to spend that time talking about life in general.

But Star Wars brought it about, from the very beginning. We sat down that afternoon and watched the entire original trilogy in its full glory and I fell in love with it. Darth Vader was my new favorite misunderstood villain, I had to re-watch the scene with the Death Star at least a couple more times to get the full effect of its awesomeness, and my dad and I had yet one more thing to gab about into the wee hours of the evening.

So here’s to you, Dad. Thanks for introducing me to what is perhaps one of the greatest series of all time, and for teaching me how to respect myself and others. I appreciate all that you’ve done for me and all that you’ve inspired. Have a Happy Birthday this coming Monday, and Happy Star Wars Day.

Star Wars, yay!

I don’t own Star Wars. Obviously.

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