March 31, 2007

my wine blog has caused an uproar in the myspace community!

IN RESPONSE TO "MY RANT ON WINE."

damn, you don't get out much do you?

people who have to struggle in life find good things in life that are unachievable...bad. that's you. i'm not making fun of you at all. i left home and lived on the street for a while surviving on crackers (four packs for a buck) and dollar burgers at hardees. Not to say you are a bum, but i had a hard time appreciating good things like wine and fillet mignon. with my good looks and killer personality i made it out of the jungle (which i grew to love, and still miss). i live in france now (the capitol of good wine and champagne) which has food that you wouldn't think it be possible you make. Sound like you have never left the states or maybe even your own hometown. The U.S. makes it really hard for it's citizens to move around. sucks. if you have a desire to get out and see what you think you know but don't, i'll help you, not with money sweet thing (don't want you to get the wrong idea) but with connections. i'd love to change your attitude about wine. if you travel the world like me, making a movie just about wine would be very interesting concept. it's an art like picasso's abstracts. holla back.

"dude"

MY RETORT:


Hmmm...not too sure how to combat this one.

Actually, I do get out. Don't think just because my profile says I'm from Arkansas that I am actually FROM Arkansas. I grew up on the border of Mexico (2 miles away, actually) and am the daughter of a former Russian linguist. Travel I have done plenty. I have been to most of our fabulous 50 states (sang at Carnegie Hall, mine you) and spent weeks in both England and France (my favorite place in the whole world will always be St. Malo). Of course, living near the border, I spent adequate time dabbling in affairs just south of the Rio Grande, as well. So don't school me, Mr. Dude, on my lack of cultural experiences. :o)

Perhaps it's because my profile is "private," but had you the ability to understand more about me you would know the following: I am a 10th grade LITERATURE teacher, I have a degree in both Journalism and English and am currently doing graduate work for a Master's in Journalism, in hopes of become an instructor at the collegiate level. Obviously, not a bum.

So, see, Mr. Dude, why is it that just because I do not "like" wine, I am met with an uproar of negativity? You are driving home my point exactly. If one does not enjoy wine, they are not worthy - regardless of accomplishments, attitude, cultural experiences, or education. I am automatically labeled 'ignorant' - which couldn't be any farther from the truth.

And by the way, my husband and I cook filet mignons twice a week and Paul Giamatti just gets on my nerves.

Warmest regards,
Cassandra

March 29, 2007

this is why she's my best friend.

"And just a side note - the St. James wine is a port wine with alcohol content so high it kills any germ living- so the wipe was just to get the slobber off." -- Jennifer Day, my best friend.

In reference to how bitter the wine was at Holy Communion and how the priest never seemed to wipe the goblet quite adequate enough.


There she is with Adam Medina lookin' all fly.

"if red roses weren't so lovely, if wine didn't taste so good."

A noted lyric by Sophie Zelmani.

But I don't agree.

Now, I will never argue the aesthetically pleasing ability of red roses. I love red roses. I love how they smell, how they feel, everything. But my problem lies with wine and its newly-founded emergence onto the social setting of everything...popular. I don't like wine. I hate wine.

Wine reminds me of Holy Communion at St. James Episcopal Church, when the priest would pass the cup from one child to the next. As customary and proper, the priest would pass his hanky along the rim of the glass after each child took a sip. I hated how he would not nearly wipe enough germs off from mouth to each mouth. Weak wipes were what they were. We'd gulp the wine, because, well...it was wine! And we were six! And I remember it always tasted so horribly bitter. I always felt like I would gag at the altar of the Christ.

And now wine is at the forefront of every social scene. Hollywood has even made a movie that focused way too entirely on wine, "Sideways," starring Paul Giamatti. When did wine become so popular?

Zinfandel.
Merlot.
Pinot Grigio.
Reisling.
Pinot Noir.

I just don't get it. They all taste like exactly what they are: fermented grapes.

I think I was able to tolerate a White Zinfandel once over a steak meal. When I met my husband, and because I wanted to be oh-so-cool, initially I told him that my "favorite" wine was a White Zinfandel - again, the only one I could stomach. His reply was, "Oh, that's a sorority girl wine!" Apparently, my choice was not adequate.

So I don't get it. I probably never will. I don't like wine and I guess that makes me forever and always...uncool.

"You just haven't found your type," I've been told. Whatever.

March 28, 2007

reign over me.

My husband and I just got home from watching Reign Over Me, the new film starring Adam Sandler. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this movie. For starters, I know it was way too long. The beginning started off great, got my attention. Then, the end just wouldn't...end. Ever been to one of those kind of movies? Where you just want to yell out, "Ok, already! We get it!"

I guess the part I did like about the movie was Charlie Fineman's great love for his family. Charlie, of course, played by Mr. Sandler himself. I was moved to see a character portray a life that is sure to exist in reality. The 9/11 attacks did, indeed, leave men widowers. It was touching to see a man so in love with his family.

After the movie, Aaron and I were driving home, talking about the film. I said, "Eh, it was ok." He said, "I think I'd be exactly like him if that happened to me. I'd either lash out and be angry all the time...or I would just go numb."

I said, "I'd do the exact same thing."

Movie tickets: $12.00
Popcorn and soda: $10.00
Husband who loves you: priceless.

March 27, 2007

cross your fingers.

I sent off my scholarship packet to the Little Rock Spouses' Club Scholarship Committee. Now it's all in their hands...oh my. I hope I get it! God, I hope I get it! Two points if you can name which musical I just referenced.

It's March 27th, 2007. I should know if I won the scholarship "sometime in May." God, that's a long time to wait. Hope for me!



P.S. It was A Chorus Line

"you're a baker's man!"

Our dinner last night was fabulous...but it needed something more. I got into Betty Crocker mode and made a cake. Little did I know it would be the best-tasting cake the world has ever seen. I made a simple, white cake straight out of the box. Then, I made some home-made frosting. Yes, home-made! A little cocoa powder here, some vanilla extract there, a little powdered sugar, and BAM! Home-made frosting.

My husband was so cute. I showed him the "before" picture (as you will soon see) and he exclaimed, "You're a baker's man!" Not too sure what that meant, but it was cute and sweet and it made me laugh and that's all that matters in this life, anyhow.

The "before."



And now the glorious "after."



A cake has never tasted so good. We ate it again for breakfast.

March 26, 2007

it is finished.

A decision has finally been made about next year and Graduate School. Here is the official plan: After Spring Break (which is glorious, by the way), I will ask for an official Leave of Absence at my school. I have to go speak to my principal first, then write a letter requesting this leave and then the School Board will have the final say-so. Hopefully, I will get it approved. That way, I can always go back after my one-year "sabbatical."

If all goes well with the Leave of Absence, I will start my graduate program in the summer. First class: Women in Journalism. Exciting! I will then continue working on my Master's the whole year - summer, fall, spring, summer. Then, Cabot will ask me back to school (as per the terms of a Leave of Absence) and I will then have the power to either say "yes" or "no." Chances are, I will be going back to teach high school...with a Master's degree. But once you have a Master's, you have a Master's. I will probably get a part-time job during the fall and spring to help pay for our new truck (which is also glorious, by the way).

I think everything will work out. I have applied for a scholarship which, if received, will help pay for the first couple semesters/terms at UALR. Cross your fingers, hope to die!

If I don't get the Leave of Absence approved, then we've got a whole other issue to deal with. Chances are, I won't get the Master's. There's no way I could teach full-time AND go to Graduate classes three times a week all the way in Little Rock. No way, no how.

Here's hoping I get the Leave of Absence approved!

March 25, 2007

game night at the jackson's

So it's become somewhat of a tradition that the Jackson's and the Webb's meet, it seems, every other weekend, for a colossal tournament of either Scene It, (the original version) or Cranium and/or Cranium Turbo. It's just our thing. He's a pictoral montage from last night's festivities. Enjoy! (Captions are at the top of the pictures).



He snuck it in. I love him.



Pre-game pictures at the hizzy



Prior to leaving the house, Aaron said, "Austin is going to give me such crap for wearing a pink shirt!" And whaddya know?



Do you fondue?



The gorgeous couple: Terry and Mary Jackson. Ok. Not really. (Inside joke) These are our GREAT friends, Austin and Shannon Jackson.



Aaron opening the $8 vino. He said it was gross.

March 22, 2007

stupid boy.

So I really like this song.

Well, she was precious like a flower
She grew wild, wild but innocent
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour
She was everything beautiful and different

Stupid boy, you can't fence that in
Stupid boy, it's like holding back the wind
She let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
Stupid boy, stupid boy
Oh

So what made you think you could take a life
And just push it push it around
I guess you build yourself up so high
You had to take her and break her down

She let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
You stupid boy

Oh, you always had to be right but now you've lost
The only thing that ever made you feel alive
Yeah, yeah

Well, she let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
Yes, ya did
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
You stupid boy, oh, I'm the same old
Same old stupid boy

It took awhile for her to figure out she could run
But when she did, she was long gone
Long gone, long gone
Ah, she's gone

Nobody's ever gonna love me like she loved me
And she loved me, she loved me
God please, just let her know
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Baby, yeah, I'm down on my knees
She's never coming back to me

March 20, 2007

mamas and papas

"I can't see me lovin' nobody but you, for all my life.."

Ain't that the truth.

I love you, Aaron Matthew.

we're all writers and poets, aren't we?

So, I thought I was the only one in the whole, wide world that could write. (Other than already published writers, of course) Ha! It seems the more I look around on myspace and other people's blogging pages, I come to the sad realization that I'm not as talented as I had once pre-conceived. It seems like everyone is a writer, and eloquent ones at that. What an embarassment. I wanted my life's goal to be to write books for a living. To spread my God-given gift. Well, what a disappointment to find out that I am just mediocre and that others could possibly do exactly the same - write a best-seller. Should this realization kill the dream? I guess it doesn't matter either way. I could never think of anything to write a book about anyhow.

March 19, 2007

stressed out.

It's nearly 10 pm and I have just NOW decided to wind down for the night. It has been a whirl-wind of a day. My God, I am tired. But I feel like I can't rest until I do this, and that, and this, and that. I got into Graduate School and it's been wonderful embarking on a new experience in my life. But MAN! I had no idea it would be this complicated. To quit my current job, or not? To get a part time job, or not? To take a leave of absence, or not? Will I get this scholarship, or not? I'm a micro-manager and all these unknowns are stressing me out! Pray for my sanity! I need to take a break. How many more days until Spring Break?

March 18, 2007

proud wife


After a grueling week of 16-18 hour days, Aaron is finally done with this JRTC training at the base. He voluntarily put himself through a literal and figurative hell for the past week and a half. He would go to work around 6 am and not get home until about 9 pm and some nights, 10 pm. WHEW! It all paid off though because his crew won a HUGE award: Best Overall Crew! GO BABY! There were 4 different air crews assigned to this specialized training and apparently, Aaron's did the best! I am SOOOO proud of my husband! Way to go! P.S. According to the award, my husband is now an official "top cat." I can see his head growing larger already...ha! :)

300

...was a really good movie. Go check it out. Three awkward nudity scenes, but other than that, great film!

March 17, 2007

amber and kris come to visit


Kris and Amber

YAY! I haven't seen one of my bestest friends in years and I got to see her this weekend! Hip-Hip-Hooray! My best buddy from college, Amber, drove through Arkansas on her way back from school in Georgia. Accompanying her was her roommate and best friend, Kris - short for Kristen. Amber joined the USAF and now has a super cool job description: kicking ass. Kris is an opera major! Woohoo! Anyway, they didn't get to stay for too long, but we had a nice time chatting and eating chicken tacos for breakfast. Texas fell in love with them. A good time was had by all. I intend to drive to Oklahoma City (where they both live) in the near future to pay a visit. I've never been to OKC. And they were way fun, so why the heck not!?


My silly dog trying to capture the red dot (laser pens are so much fun!)

March 12, 2007

aficionados


Aaron giving me his "Godfather" face.


Aaron came back from the desert with a new appreciation/obsession with cigars. That didn't bother me any, seeing as how my father smoked cigars pretty much my whole childhood. I think he started when I was in junior high and still enjoys one every now and then to this day. I've always like cigars. I think they're sexy. And manly. So anyway, like I said, it didn't bother me one bit when Aaron expressed his interest. In fact, I kind of liked it! So cigar-smoking has become one of my husband's latest hobbies. I don't particulary enjoy smoking one myself, but I will always love sitting on the back porch with my husband and my goofy dog, talking about irrelevant things (and yet the time spent together is relevant), looking up through the branches and watching the stars in the sky.


Texas's bootie.

chad and kelly



They're engaged!! Crazy life, crazy story. Kelly was one of my closest friends my senior year of college. She was also a bridesmaid in my wedding on December 30, 2005. Chad was one of Aaron's closest friends during pilot training at Laughlin AFB. He was also a groomsmen in our wedding on December 30, 2005. That was the night they met - well, the 29th if we're being particular. They met at our wedding in little 'ol Del Rio, Texas and here they are, a year and a half later, gettin' hitched!! Chad proposed to Kelly on the beach by writing, "Kelly, will you marry me?" in the sand. Awwww! Her ring is absolutely gorgeous - he did well! I am so happy for them I feel like I could burst! Now if only we could get stationed together, life would be fantastic! Congrats, Chad and Kelly! Happy wishes and can't wait for your July wedding!


The lovely couple.

March 10, 2007

saturday afternoon


Aaron and I had a pleasant day today. We woke up fairly early, cleaned up the house, went to Moe's -- so, so good -- and did some grocery shopping. It's been a good day. Can't decide what movie to watch tonight. Tried watching "Departed" after it won all its awards, but the million f-bombs in the first 10 minutes caused me to tune it out. It was kind of nauseating, actually. We also have "Prairie Home Companion" and "Sideways." I'm not feeling either of those, either. Popcorn, however, does sound pretty great. (Ignore the odd-looking black thing at the bottom of the picture. It's my dog's ear...)

March 7, 2007

my husband...


...is amazing. It seems like everyday is better than the one before. How is this possible? I came home from work today and he had already started dinner - manacotti with meat sauce and melted Parmesan cheese. My God! (The way to my heart is always through pasta) He's been making dinner for the two of us for the last couple of weeks, washing the dishes, picking up after himself, giving me the sweetest compliments, and adoring everything I am. You may think he has ulterior motives or he is making up for past mistakes. That's just the thing - he isn't. He's just so incredibly good to me and I thank God for that every single chance I can. I love him. And he loves me. It's a wonderful life.

March 4, 2007

i'm not ready.


So I volunteered to chaperone Cabot's Journalism trip to Jonesboro in hopes of getting a feel for "what I might want to do in a few years." I'm not ready. There's a slight chance that the current Journalism teacher will be moving within the next year or two. I, of course, should be a sure-fire candidate for the open position, seeing as how I have a degree in Journalism and also have teaching experience. *sigh* I'm not ready for all of this. I still feel like I am one of those 16-year-old girls on the field trip. I don't feel like a teacher. I don't feel like an adult. I am finding it hard to muster motivation every morning to do what it is I know I am NOT called to do. How did I get thrown into all of this? Things are flying by too quickly. You don't know how badly I wanted to switch positions with the teenagers on the bus to Jonesboro...literally and figuratively. The heater of my side of the bus didn't work.

"i just feel heavy."

Ah, Sunday. The day I hate the most. Here is the only reason why: tomorrow is Monday. I spent most of the day in my bed, trying to avoid all things productive. I just felt...heavy. My husband was running about taking care of things: washing the cars, buying things from Home Depot, doing the finances...meanwhile, I was feeling heavy. I finally got up and around at half past 3 o'clock. I went up to the school to take care of things before tomorrow and have finally felt like myself since then. We had a great dinner of steak and cheesy potatoes. Yum. Things are finally feeling good and I am happy...then I look at the clock and realize it's time for bed. I hate Sundays.

my first time.

So, here I am. My first blog. Don't really know what I'm doing, but I thought I'd give it a try. A place to vent, a place to relax. A place where no one really reads what I post except me. Nice.
 
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