Please like me.

     First, thank you for stopping by! I hope I can entertain you! Second, I'm someone who uses a lot of exclamation marks. I sincerely mean it when I say thank you for stopping by because blogs are weird, right? Why, in this day & age, would you ever pick to read something over watching a video or listening to a podcast? So yes, thank you for time traveling.  
     I feel obligated to make this first post about me. It is my website & my blog, so if there was any place to write about me, this is it. Here goes nothing...
     I'm Emma, but to my family I'm Little em. If you ever meet me in person, please don't call me little em. I'm a perfectly average sized girl, so that would just be ridiculous. The first thing I ever wanted to "be" was a stand up comedian like Fozzie Bear. I love making people laugh. Unfortunately, I turned out to be a very shy person. Painfully shy, actually. I couldn't summon the courage to order at a drive-thru window until I was 18. In school half the kids knew me as Emily (my real name) and the other half knew me as Emma because I was too shy to correct them. You'll be happy to know that I can easily order at a drive-thru, & after 3 weeks I finally told the guy I'm dating to call me Emma. 
     That's not enough, though. I turned TWENTY NINE last week and I still can’t seem to put myself out there. So I’m going to take some baby steps by sharing my funny thoughts with all of you (you being the internet). You know, the safest & nicest place in the world for a person's opinions. That's sarcasm. 
     I started Little em. by designing super fresh & totally cool air fresheners. (Shop Now!) It’s time to do something a little bit different. And by a little different, I mean totally different. It may not work out, but nothing ventured, nothing gained! My goal with this blog is to post a story every week. I have some stories about me, about people I know, some are inspirited by songs, and some are totally made up. So, please keep in touch by following me on social media to let me know what you think.
Smell ya later, or see ya never,