Mid-week greetings to you all! Believe it or not, I am coming at you with a new post, *gasp* not even a week after my last! I guess I'm feeling generous on this Thursday evening. Having said that, let's keep this short and sweet, shall we? ;)
I should start by informing you all that I no longer go by Cami/Cammy/Cammie. My title has changed to, ahem, "UC Davis Campus Ambassador Tour Guide"! That's right folks, its time for me to shimmy into my bright blue polo and prepare to answer copious questions from concerned parents (you know who you are)-I got chosen to be a tour guide! Truth be told, I've coveted this job since I myself was a wee little Senior in high school. I've tried in the past applying (rejection followed), but this quarter I got an interview! Hey, if at first you can't succeed...And boy, what an interview it was. I was joined by 150 other prospective "campus ambassadors" and participated in a 3-hour, one-on-one/video/group interview. Yep, I'm still not sure what a video interview is either. I figured I had it in the bag as long as I slapped on my biggest Disney Princess smile and cheesy voice I've adopted after too many rides on the Jungle Cruise. But then I got there and was slapped in the face with the realization that every single other student was trying to do the same thing. It was an extrovert convention! Everyone so perky and peppy and smiley and "passionate about what UC Davis has to offer!!!!!" After 3 draining hours (and I thought I was a people-person?), I left feeling like I didn't give enough Cameron "shine!" to get the job. Well, I was proved wrong a few days later! I am very excited to get back into the campus environment that I have missed since moving out of the dorms. What's next for this ambassador? Tomorrow I have orientation, where I will reicieve the 20 page script I am to memorize. In 3 weeks. Its a good thing I spent all those months memorizing my one line for Grease in the 6th grade! ("Popcorn!")
Speaking of moving out of the dorms, I am also signing a lease this week! As much as I have loved my cozy little apartment in Davis, I am re-locating and re-roomateing a little closer to campus. I'll be living with 4 other girls, aaaaand one shower. Gulp. Its a 2-story townhouse so plenty of room for the grandparents to unexpectedly drop by! (Which I have been anxiously anticipating ever since Omi and Gramps got back from Prague, by the way).
For those wondering, the orchestra last weekend was wonderful! Eric and I got in our most dapper little outfits and spent the night pretending we were one of the old rich couples that we were surrounded by. Literally. It was a sea of grey. Although we did feel pretty good when the usher took a look at us and said "Wow, you two are looking nice! We could use some more class around here!" Then we ended the night at In N Out. So that cancels that out.
I must also mention (because I know the grandparents will just eat this up), that Mr. Eric got Employee of the Month for November! I was pretty proud. I was hoping he would get a golden bicycle with mother of pearl handlebars or something. No such luck.
Well, that's about all the exciting updates one could possibly have in one week. Maybe I'll even chat with you all a few days from now-I'm a new woman, who knows what could happen?? I knew this New Years Resolution thing would be a piece of cake ;)
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Heaps of Freshman and Undercooked Artichokes.
I refrained from telling you that one of my New Year's Resolutions was to keep up with this blog more...because, well, I had a feeling this would happen. Weeks have gone by and I'm sure my family is ripping their hair out, worrying that I'm not experiencing enough adventure in Cowtown!! Well, I am. I just keep forgetting to record them. And I have 9% battery left on my computer. So this should be fun.
A few weekends back (has it really been that long??) my roommates decided to host a sleepover for alllll the Freshman girls at our apartment. Knowing that 30+ girls in our house would no doubt peak my claustrophobia to an all time high, I made plans to go line dancing. (duh). Trevor was in town so it worked out perfectly, as you all know we are still soaking in our sweet 7th grade dancing victory. I came back to the apartment around 2 am, assuming that the girls would be giggling and painting nails in the living room (or something). I could quickly escape to my back bedroom, close the door and rest my barkin' dogs. Well, I certainly wasn't prepared for what I walked into. 1) All the girls were asleep. 2) All the lights were off. 3) Starting from the threshold of the front door, through the hallway, up to the foot of my bed...were girls squished like sardines in their sleeping bags. Really, you would have thought our house was a bomb shelter in the 50s. There was even one girl curled up on the kitchen floor mat. I stood there for a solid minute trying to work up some strategy to maneuver my way through the landmine of bodies. After hoping on my tippy-toes to my room (not as easy as it sounds, people..) I made it to my room. Just as I was long-jumping to my closet to change, I found another body, wedged between my hamper and shoe rack. Well, that did it for me. I called it quits, leaping into my bed (over approximately 7 bodies) and falling asleep with my dancing shoes still on. And I fell asleep feeling like a ninja.
Understandably so, we've been taking it a little easier around the house since then. I swear I'm still finding random articles of clothing in strange places, but it sounds like they all had fun so its no big thaaang. Although on her way out, one of the girls uttered to no one in particular, "we should do this every month!" Oy. Excuse me while I stick my head in a blender.
My cooking attempt of the week was artichokes. Yes, artichokes. Just when I thought I was doing so well....these little guys disappointed me. I decided to go with some jenky recipe I found about wrapping them in foil, shoving a garlic clove inside, something like that. They tasted...just okay. And I also got impatient with the hour and 40 minute cook time, so alas the wings-what are they actually called?-were still a little firm. Ugh. I should have done the logical thing and called my Mama/Nans/Omile/Sissy for advice. But hey, sometimes one must learn the hard way. After that defeat I went with something a little closer to my heart. I had heard that chocolate chip cookies can be made extra fluffy with applesauce-and extra fluffy they were!! Rather tasty, if I do say so myself. At least I can do something right.
How is Louie doing? Just dandy, thank you very much. Brianna was convinced that he was "dying" this past week, as he was not drinking a ton of his water...I came home and she had already researched a list of possible things wrong with him. Being the concerned parent that I am, I called Petco. They assured me he is just "hibernating"; so ha!, animal science major Brianna!
I must be going, as I have the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra to attend to tonight! Because I am extremely spoiled. And Eric will take any excuse to wear a suit. Speaking of entertainment, probably only exciting to me is my pursuit to see all of the Oscar-nominated films before the awards show. So far I have seen quite a few and am thoroughly enjoying this process. (Captain Phillips is my front runner so far, in case you care). Still want to see Gravity, although I'm waiting for Nani to take me to that one ;)
A few weekends back (has it really been that long??) my roommates decided to host a sleepover for alllll the Freshman girls at our apartment. Knowing that 30+ girls in our house would no doubt peak my claustrophobia to an all time high, I made plans to go line dancing. (duh). Trevor was in town so it worked out perfectly, as you all know we are still soaking in our sweet 7th grade dancing victory. I came back to the apartment around 2 am, assuming that the girls would be giggling and painting nails in the living room (or something). I could quickly escape to my back bedroom, close the door and rest my barkin' dogs. Well, I certainly wasn't prepared for what I walked into. 1) All the girls were asleep. 2) All the lights were off. 3) Starting from the threshold of the front door, through the hallway, up to the foot of my bed...were girls squished like sardines in their sleeping bags. Really, you would have thought our house was a bomb shelter in the 50s. There was even one girl curled up on the kitchen floor mat. I stood there for a solid minute trying to work up some strategy to maneuver my way through the landmine of bodies. After hoping on my tippy-toes to my room (not as easy as it sounds, people..) I made it to my room. Just as I was long-jumping to my closet to change, I found another body, wedged between my hamper and shoe rack. Well, that did it for me. I called it quits, leaping into my bed (over approximately 7 bodies) and falling asleep with my dancing shoes still on. And I fell asleep feeling like a ninja.
Understandably so, we've been taking it a little easier around the house since then. I swear I'm still finding random articles of clothing in strange places, but it sounds like they all had fun so its no big thaaang. Although on her way out, one of the girls uttered to no one in particular, "we should do this every month!" Oy. Excuse me while I stick my head in a blender.
My cooking attempt of the week was artichokes. Yes, artichokes. Just when I thought I was doing so well....these little guys disappointed me. I decided to go with some jenky recipe I found about wrapping them in foil, shoving a garlic clove inside, something like that. They tasted...just okay. And I also got impatient with the hour and 40 minute cook time, so alas the wings-what are they actually called?-were still a little firm. Ugh. I should have done the logical thing and called my Mama/Nans/Omile/Sissy for advice. But hey, sometimes one must learn the hard way. After that defeat I went with something a little closer to my heart. I had heard that chocolate chip cookies can be made extra fluffy with applesauce-and extra fluffy they were!! Rather tasty, if I do say so myself. At least I can do something right.
How is Louie doing? Just dandy, thank you very much. Brianna was convinced that he was "dying" this past week, as he was not drinking a ton of his water...I came home and she had already researched a list of possible things wrong with him. Being the concerned parent that I am, I called Petco. They assured me he is just "hibernating"; so ha!, animal science major Brianna!
I must be going, as I have the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra to attend to tonight! Because I am extremely spoiled. And Eric will take any excuse to wear a suit. Speaking of entertainment, probably only exciting to me is my pursuit to see all of the Oscar-nominated films before the awards show. So far I have seen quite a few and am thoroughly enjoying this process. (Captain Phillips is my front runner so far, in case you care). Still want to see Gravity, although I'm waiting for Nani to take me to that one ;)
Monday, January 6, 2014
Muffins and Turltles.
Greetings from the future! 2014. I feel all futuristic saying it. Man, how time flies when you're having fun! Regarding this blog, I feel as though I got off the hook last quarter when a certain family member was temporarily out of the country... meaning I didn't get, how should I say, harassed every day I didn't blog. But here I am, Grandpa! Back and ready to blog!
I figured I would crank out a little post for you all before I really get into the thick of classes. Today was my first day and you know what that means-midterms are just a few weeks away! Remind me again why I chose the quarter system? Anyways, I do have a "lighter" schedule this go around. Meaning more time tofulfill all of my resolutions get a job and do homework.
Ahh, New Years Resolutions. The promises humans across the world make to themselves on the 1st, but are rarely still enforcing through the next day. I take a more specific approach to my resolutions in hopes that I may actually take a teeny tiny step towards achieving them. It should come to no surprise to you that the bulk of my resolutions revolve around cooking. The bane of my existence, however something that I am desperately hoping to practice more of. For starters, I want to attempt cooking something new once a week. Be it a particular recipe or simply something like "hard-boil eggs" (yup...still failing at this one). Well folks, I can check this one off the list (for this week, at least). As I type, I have hearty and healthy banana flax seed muffins baking in the oven! Nope, never even made muffins. (Baby steps)
In the same vein, I am also hoping to cook more for others, namely Mr. Eric. My Nani always told me a way to a man's heart is through his stomach...which is why I find it comical that Eric, a food-loving guy, is with this girl. It must be that "Dente Charm" ;) Shocker, everybody; this item has already been put into effect! A few nights ago I acted on my craving for falafals and Greek cole slaw in pita pockets. So, in what must have been a stroke of insanity, I made it! And whats more, I didn't burn the apartment down! Success never tasted so good. Just as I was dusting off my shoulders in pride, I realized in horror that the meal Eric had just consumed contained pine nuts. Which he is deathly allergic to. GIRLFRIEND FAIL. (He is alive and well, everybody. Thank you for your deep concern).
If you've been a long-time reader of mine (grandparents and Andi, I'm talking to you), you'll know that I was on quite the running kick last year. With goals of a 12k I began to even think I was, *gasp* enjoying running? (Emphasis on the question mark). This year I'm taking a different approach to getting back into this activity. No lofty or long-term goals; just a simple commitment to at least one early morning run a week. Oh, how I have always longed to be an individual who jumps out of bed grinning ear to ear, slaps on her tennis shoes and runs to her heart's desire. Those who know me are chuckling to themselves right now, because you and I both know that in the morning, I turn into someone straight from Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video. Quite pleasant. So that's why once a week. I figure if I can do just that, the number may be able to increase! (Though today will be a night run on the treadmill. I don't have cable, the gym has a TV, and the Bachelor premiere is tonight. 'Nuff said.)
I also must mention to you all perhaps the most exciting thing to happen as of late-I became a parent!! To a Russian Tortoise whom I have named Louie. (Lew-E). He is quite possibly the most adorable creature on God's green earth. I have wanted a turtle of my own for a while, and Christmas morning there it was, under the tree! (Well not actually. It was just a pamphlet. But still.) The moment I got back to Davis we rushed to Petco and picked him out. I must admit I am a tad terrified to be a first-time pet-owner, but I thought I needed to start small before I moved on to bigger things. Like a little pug. I have already found myself talking and singing to Louie throughout the day and while we eat bananas together at breakfast. I know you all must be dying to meet him but have no fear; they are supposed to live for 50+ years! I think we've got some time. *I am still accepting applications for the role of god parent*
Mufffin Update: I just took them out of the oven and they smell divine. Don't look too bad, either. I'll have to give you my thoughts on the taste next time; but until then, adios! I miss you all and am so grateful for the holly jolly holiday season I had with you!
I figured I would crank out a little post for you all before I really get into the thick of classes. Today was my first day and you know what that means-midterms are just a few weeks away! Remind me again why I chose the quarter system? Anyways, I do have a "lighter" schedule this go around. Meaning more time to
Ahh, New Years Resolutions. The promises humans across the world make to themselves on the 1st, but are rarely still enforcing through the next day. I take a more specific approach to my resolutions in hopes that I may actually take a teeny tiny step towards achieving them. It should come to no surprise to you that the bulk of my resolutions revolve around cooking. The bane of my existence, however something that I am desperately hoping to practice more of. For starters, I want to attempt cooking something new once a week. Be it a particular recipe or simply something like "hard-boil eggs" (yup...still failing at this one). Well folks, I can check this one off the list (for this week, at least). As I type, I have hearty and healthy banana flax seed muffins baking in the oven! Nope, never even made muffins. (Baby steps)
In the same vein, I am also hoping to cook more for others, namely Mr. Eric. My Nani always told me a way to a man's heart is through his stomach...which is why I find it comical that Eric, a food-loving guy, is with this girl. It must be that "Dente Charm" ;) Shocker, everybody; this item has already been put into effect! A few nights ago I acted on my craving for falafals and Greek cole slaw in pita pockets. So, in what must have been a stroke of insanity, I made it! And whats more, I didn't burn the apartment down! Success never tasted so good. Just as I was dusting off my shoulders in pride, I realized in horror that the meal Eric had just consumed contained pine nuts. Which he is deathly allergic to. GIRLFRIEND FAIL. (He is alive and well, everybody. Thank you for your deep concern).
If you've been a long-time reader of mine (grandparents and Andi, I'm talking to you), you'll know that I was on quite the running kick last year. With goals of a 12k I began to even think I was, *gasp* enjoying running? (Emphasis on the question mark). This year I'm taking a different approach to getting back into this activity. No lofty or long-term goals; just a simple commitment to at least one early morning run a week. Oh, how I have always longed to be an individual who jumps out of bed grinning ear to ear, slaps on her tennis shoes and runs to her heart's desire. Those who know me are chuckling to themselves right now, because you and I both know that in the morning, I turn into someone straight from Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video. Quite pleasant. So that's why once a week. I figure if I can do just that, the number may be able to increase! (Though today will be a night run on the treadmill. I don't have cable, the gym has a TV, and the Bachelor premiere is tonight. 'Nuff said.)
I also must mention to you all perhaps the most exciting thing to happen as of late-I became a parent!! To a Russian Tortoise whom I have named Louie. (Lew-E). He is quite possibly the most adorable creature on God's green earth. I have wanted a turtle of my own for a while, and Christmas morning there it was, under the tree! (Well not actually. It was just a pamphlet. But still.) The moment I got back to Davis we rushed to Petco and picked him out. I must admit I am a tad terrified to be a first-time pet-owner, but I thought I needed to start small before I moved on to bigger things. Like a little pug. I have already found myself talking and singing to Louie throughout the day and while we eat bananas together at breakfast. I know you all must be dying to meet him but have no fear; they are supposed to live for 50+ years! I think we've got some time. *I am still accepting applications for the role of god parent*
Mufffin Update: I just took them out of the oven and they smell divine. Don't look too bad, either. I'll have to give you my thoughts on the taste next time; but until then, adios! I miss you all and am so grateful for the holly jolly holiday season I had with you!
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