Stress & Surprises.

The cows have not eaten me, nor did I get run over by a herd of bicycles. I am alive and must extend my apologies for the delay in posting. It has certainly not been by choice! Believe it or not, I keep a running list of weird/interesting/mundane experiences I encounter on my phone. Well, I have watched the list grow longer everyday and have been itching to tell you all about it! So HERE I AM!

It must come with some irony to all of you that I left you on a bit of a cliffhanger with "Part I". And now, Part II. I'm sorry to let you down, but it really isn't too exciting. Well, it is for me. But then again I find excitement in buying a new toothbrush. It was the official "Decision Day" for incoming Freshman (personally everyday feels like decision day to me with the hoards of students I lead around campus everyday....where do they all come from??). We had about 20,000x the amount of visitors we normally have; as if walking backwards wasn't enough, I had to be extra careful not to step on all of the freshman that were running around. A few tours down, I was so ready to bike on home and not answer any more questions about meal plans and class sizes. But wait. I forgot that I had signed up to attned an open house for the Anthropology department. I figured I would mingle with families and steal some finger food. So you can imagine my terror when I got there and learned that I was one of three students on a student PANEL presentation. It was intimidating and I really couldn't tell you what presumabley misinformation I relayed to the poor students, but I survived. (biggest disappointment was that there were no hors d'oevures).

You could say the tour guiding biz is keeping me busy. So let's go ahead and throw another job in the mix. I met a family in the area and am now a babysitter to 3. (At this point I'm wondering if I will ever retire from babysitting). But a little extra cash doesn't hurt, and it is refreshing to be around little ones who don't even know what the word "college" means (I tell them I'm in "14th grade". You can imagine their faces).

Davis had another exciting event this month; Picnic Day! The largest student run open house in the country! According to my script, that is. And what did I do to enjoy the festivities?? I stood by a door in my little blue polo and told people where the bathroom was. Saw more booty shorts and bro tanks than any person should ever have to see, then I went home. Twas an exhilarating day.

In the midst of my crazy schedule this quarter, trying to balance tough classes, jobs, leading bible study and dance classes, I was met with the most pleasant surprise at my door step last week. A fun and festive package from my lovely seester! (I know I'd be in deep doo-doo if I didn't give her a shout out...) It was filled with all the little things that make me happy; glitter, nail polish and brownies. And even some crayzee socks for Mr. Eric! A much needed little brown box of happiness!

Some more happiness came my way recently in a surprise outing with Eric. We went on the ever-chliche first date we should have gone months ago; mini golf! No game between the two of us can go down without a bet; this time, the loser had to plan the next date. Well, I lost. By one point. Haven't planned a date yet...but then again, I'm still waiting for the homemade cookies we shook on during a game of pool a while back.

Before venturing on home to celebrate Easter with the fam, I made my way to San Fran for a spontaneous Switchfoot concert! Yes, I've already seen them live. Yes, it was an hour and a half away. And yes, I bought my ticket 3 days before. I couldn't resist! I went with a few girlfriends and proved that I am a good luck charm at concerts. Last time I saw them, Jon Foreman walked through the audience right in front of me (I touched his back). This time, Jon Foreman walked through the audience right in front of me again (I touched his forearm).

Whew. That was a doozy and I now have a wrist cramp. To be honest, I didnt even cover half of the items of my list. But perhaps that can wait until Part 3 ;)

Before I go I must mention my wonderful weekend! With sweets every which way I turned, it was nothing short of a grand ol' time! Nothing like waking up to Nubbins slobber and going to bed hearing flatulence coming from the brother in law down the hall. How I love home!