Alert the authorities, shout it from the rooftops that yes, Cameron has emerged from her place of hiding and is alive and well. Just in case any of you were worried. WOW I have not frequented this little blog o' mine in far too long. My apologies for those who deeply missed my mundane weekly experiences, but time is just flying by and it seems that I don't have a free moment to sit down and blog! To prove this, I will have you know that I am at the moment multi-tasking like a ninja; keeping an eye on the couscous on the stove while also hoping that this post I type will manifest itself into the Anthropology essay I should be writing. The things I do for my family.
Oh my, so much to talk about! I would say life has been same old, same old, but let’s be honest-are things ever really same old in Cameron’s world? Not typically. I would first like to publicly announce (mostly to my Mother) that my apartment hosted a precious dinner party for Laura’s birthday. We actually sat around the dining room table and everything! And much to everyone’s assumed surprise, I actually did cook something. I know, it’s a whole new me. Now before you all start with the burnt toast jokes…although, shoot. I kinda did make burnt toast. It was bruschetta! (spelling...?) So yeah…burnt toast. The rest of our meal consisted of honey baked salmon, roasted broccoli, spinach dip, homemade pumpkin pie… I know I know, our taste buds must be made of steel to endure that awesomely random combination of foods. But you know what? College kids do what we gotta do.
You are probably all wondering what wonderful things I have been spending my time doing that would excuse such an epic absence from the cow town chronicles. Well it's been sick. No, actually sick. Cough, cough, can't talk, sick. It all started last Friday when my immune system decided to hop on the next train to "Miserable, USA" and make me useless to the world for a week. I chose the ignore-it-until-it-magically-goes-away strategy. Spoiler alert, didn't work. Could it have been due to the fact that I did go line dancing at the peak of my nasty-ness? Perhaps. But I'll be darned if someone tried to keep me away from the dance floor for one day more-I just had to go back! So yes, you could say waking up the next morning, opening my mouth, and literally sounding like a dementor from Harry Potter, was well worth it.
Aside from those fun times-oh yes, did I mention I got every one of my roommates + a significant other sick as well? Talk about a REAL fun weekend. Though admittedly there were moments of weakness when I wanted my Mommy (pathetic?), I definitely felt well taken care of! Between a flower/medicine/VitaminC delivery (by one darn cute boy ;) and a "sick tea" from Andipants, I got through it!
Speaking of Andipants, lemme tell you 'bout my friend. My orange-croc wearing, sheep raising, contagious cackling, and Starbucks companion friend. Andi is one out of my (very slim) population of loyal followers-a self-proclaimed "fan", if you will. Week after week, Andi has begged and begged for a shout-out. So, Andsworth, here it is. At long last! Family, grandparents; Andi was my neighbor in the dorms last year. As most of you know, I made my mark in the halls of the dorms by going door to door handing out cookies. 10 minutes later when Andi appeared at my door saying "Hi, I'm Andi. Can I have another cookie?" I knew it was the start of a beautiful friendship.
Now that that's out of the way....can I just say that I am PEEING MY PANTS in excitement for Thanksgiving?! Well, just about. But because my Nani would call an action of that sort unladylike, I will just say that I am super duper excited. To see my fam bam, to sleep in my bed...but let's be real. Mostly to spend an entire
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