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I couldn't tell you why, but I feel a little anxious sitting down to write this post. I think its because some of my family members (not going to point fingers, of course) decided to publicly announce this little blog o' mine to the whole free world. Now I won't lie to you, I let myself get excited thinking about my increase in readers; but once I found myself daydreaming about quitting school and becoming a paid, full-time blogger, I knew I needed to hold my horses! So, whoever out there is a "first-time" reader; welcome! Please join the others in a weekly 7 minute reading regimine.  But please remember, those are 7 minutes that you will never get back.

I realize that I have an impending disownment from my sister at the moment. I committed the atrocity of all atrocities. I forgot to include my adventure with her on my Cowtown blog. *face palm* Now, to be fair, it didn't take place in Cowtown. I'm talking about good ol' Sparks, Nevada. Quite possibly more fun than Disneyland. A few Sundays back I woke up to 3 texts from Taylor (who has a severe case of lonelyphobia), insisting begging me to come visit her. I made up excuses until I heard the words "Bachelor" and "chocolate meringues".  I packed my bag and Wuzzy and I took off on a great adventure to Renoland! Tay and I stayed inside baking & cooking (mkay, she baked; I watched), cuddling with the Nubster, chit-chatting and switching the TV between the Grammy's and the Bachelor wedding. A much harder choice than you may think. So there you go, Taylor; a shout-out! As much as I wish she still lived just 30 minutes away, what's another 2 hours? ;) I plan on coming back for more cozies!

Alright, let's move on to the fun stuff. ;)
I don't even know the who/what/when/wheres and whys of the super bowl but I can't say that I care to. All I know is that someone's upset with something over something and some team didn't win something. Though I did watch my Bruno kill the halftime show, wishing on a star that I had Nani's fried artichoke hearts to keep me company.

The past week's event haven't been anything too exhilarating.  Perhaps the most entertaining thing to happen to me was overhearring to grown men in a coffee shop discussing Justin Beiber's latest antics.  "I think they otta deport him..." "No, I don't believe in deportation under any circumstances." "Well," *lowers his voice* you know if he was brown they would have deported him" ............well then. Try as they might, these fellahs couldn't talk quiet enough to keep me from recording their every word on my phone. A creeper picture or two might have also been taken. (Photo(s) available upon request).

Aside from a political discussion over the Beibs, I have spent my time trying to memorize this darn script.  I have learned more statistics about UC Davis than I ever wanted to know.  And I'm pretty sure the visitors don't want to know them either. BUT WAIT, did you know we have a wine cellar that holds over 60,000 bottles of wine?! Not sure what parent would want to hear that on a college tour, but I gotta stick to the script! I have memorzied about 11 pages and have already lost my voice and motivation. Just a few more weeks until I have to certify!

And now, for the cute Eric moment of the week! (Who have I become?) Eric and I are planning on leaving for a good ol' fashioned road trip to LA this weekend for Valetine's Day; we'll be staying with his sister and going to Disney! (presh, I know). Since Valentine's Day itself will be spent packing and going to bed at 6pm for our 5am departure the next morning, Eric wanted to still give me a little Valentines Day experience of my own (after all, its my favorite holiday and we are all about the cheese). Long story short...I walk into my room and he had set up a picnic on my floor (it was raining out), complete with candles, a picnic basket (melt my flipping heart), and food set up italian-style. Loaves of bread, olive oil and vinagrettes, prosciutto and cheeses, and perier water-which we felt pretty cool saying over and over in a French accent. It was just too much to handle! I was kinda most excited about eating actual food. We decided to go all out and watch the Notebook as well; and on February 7, 2014, I saw Eric Smith cry for the first time.

I am now realizing the excess of parenthesis in that last paragraph. Deal with it.

Alright folks, my hand hurts and I am falling asleep. Our power has been going out off and on all day (wait...now that I think about it, why do they say that power goes "out"?...), so I'm using it as an excuse to not do anything that I should be doing on this Monday evening. In other words, Pinterest-ing and eating cookies.