May 30, 2007

for sale: baby shoes, never used.

* This is the teacher in me, but technically, people are not following the directions accurately. It looks like everyone is coming up with a nice, sentimental quote in 6 words rather than telling a story...or at least a first line of a story. A memoir is a story about a personal experience, not a Hallmark card quote for your refrigerator. No offense. I love you. :o)

Body: 6 Word Memoir
Body: Legend has it that Ernest Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only SIX WORDS.
The result was "For sale: baby shoes, never used."

Here's an interesting and challenging activity. Try to compose YOUR story (the story of YOU) in EXACTLY six words (no more, no less). For some, this may be painful. (It's very hard to tell your whole story in six words.)

Just to see what we come up with, maybe we could do one of those add-on things and Copy this bulletin and paste it into a new one with yours. Then post the bulletin as "Six Word Memoir".

Carin: Lives planned perfectly will imperfectly unfold.
Kayla: Fate lay in dreams yet realized.
Dre: Life's easy with your eyes shut.
Keigh: Appreciate mistakes for what they are!
EJ: Many pages turned, very little read.
Colby: A moment of clarity never rendered.
Moot: They've swollen, the size of softballs!
Herb: What sucks now will always suck.
Larry: I came, I saw, I drank.
King Iggy: Born to raise hell, then died.
Nicole: Life is full of little dissapointments.
Mike J: I wonder what else I forgot.
Mandy: The future starts today, not tomorrow.
Arie: Water is actually, with persuasion, flammable.
Kris: Live, love, dream, and be happy.
Jessica: All this work for one screw.
james: SALE: parachute, used once - small stain
Bagheera: I'm still learning how to breathe.
Brandice: Even teachers must never stop learning
Brandy: My mind is a blank scrapbook
Katy: Living is much more than breathing.
Chuck: Find my way proves very difficut.
Caity: Dreams come true in baffling ways.
Sarah: Crazy cat lady seeks true love.
Eric: Playing the cards I was dealt.
Chelsea: Had directions, so I'm going elsewhere
Dano:He entertained none more than himself.
Phillip: Donny, you're out of your element.
Cho: Hey, where the white women at?!
Adam: Nothing to fear, little to doubt.
Cassandra: He wept, standing in bloody boots.

i is a college student.

It's official. I'm a college grad student. I had my first class last night and WOW! I forgot how hard it was to be a student.

Read a book once a week, write a 500-word report followed by an oral presentation each time.

Read a scholarly journal once a week followed by a 250-word report and an oral presention.

Complete two projects.

Don't be absent.

My goodness, I am in for it.

yeah, ok, so the ending totally sucked.

Jodi, you let me down once again. I finished your book, "The Pact." Why, oh why, was the ending so lame?


Should I even start reading "Nineteen Minutes?"

May 28, 2007

"the pact" by jodi picoult

I haven't quite finished reading this book. I don't know how it's going to end, but this book has yet managed to mesmerize me either way. I can't put it down!

It's addicting, riveting, exciting, and so, so, sad. I would definitely venture to say this is the best book I've read in a long time. I hope the ending is good!

I have read Jodi Picoult before and hated her. I had to read "My Sister's Keeper" as part of a book club I was in last year. The book was horrible. I liked the research Picoult did in order to understand cancer, but the ending was disappointing and brutal. I hated it.

But I gave her another chance. And so far, I am pleased.

I was at Barnes and Noble last night and out of curiousity, went to the Fiction and Literature section to see how many books Ms. Picoult has published and MY GOD, there's so many.

This gives me hope. If I like the end to "The Pact," I will definitely consider reading more of her books. In fact, Shannon just let me borrow "Nineteen Minutes" and I am eager to start on that as soon as I am done. In fact, that sounds like something I can do all this week instead of teaching...ha!

I say this gives me hope because my "used-to-be" favorite author, Nicholas Sparks is really suckin' it up here lately. His books are dreadful! Take me back to "The Wedding" and "The Notebook" and "Message in a Bottle." Nick, I miss you.

So here's to Ms. Jodi Picoult. She has been redeemed.

riverfest 2007 was a bust.

The Jacksons and I bought tickets to Riverfest thinking it was going to be a fun time.

It wasn't.

It was great last year! I got to see Lifehouse, Live, and Pat Green. This year I saw...the same Kenyan acrobats that I saw last year.

The performances were weak - Ruben Studdard (no, thanks), L.L. Cool J, Soul Asylum, Blake Shelton and George Clinton...who I'm told is the "king of funk." Blah.

It was too hot, the drinks were too expensive, and the shows were lame. Shannon and I sat through an hour-long performance of belly-dancing. Never again.

I did, however, manage to get a few cute pictures.

This reminds me of a Bud Light commercial. TWINS!

I guess I can't complain too much about my job...

I wonder how long it took to master this skill.

So, that's it. Riverfest 2007. Booooo!

May 22, 2007


I am in absolute Heaven this morning. I slept until just now. Just now would be 10:49 a.m. This is amazing, this is unbelievable, this will only last for today.

I got to sleep in because I have a doctor's appointment today at 1:15 p.m. - yeah, right in the middle of the day. So I opted to just take the whole day off from school. It was a tough decision, let me tell you.

So far, I've slept until I woke up and eaten a bowl of cereal I can't decide I like or not (it's Kashi, the healthy stuff and it kinda looks like dog food).

My plans today are to take a shower, read more of my current book, "The Pact" by Jodi Picoult, go to the doctor, kill some time in-between doing whatever I want, and then head to a professional development workshop up at the school. Then I'll check and make sure my students didn't burn the place down, I'll come home, watch American Idol, read more of my book and consider this a day of days.

And then tomorrow I'll go back to school like normal and...mope.

May 21, 2007

bizarro cassandra.

I know this is crazy, almost insane even...but don't we look alike? LOL!

Can ya tell my husband's out of town and I don't have to go to work tomorrow? I MUST be bored!


Found this picture in the archives. Look how skinny I was. I look disgusting. Like, seriously, Ethiopian. I think this was taken during an unhappy segment of my life. I'm skinny when I'm sad. Bigger when I'm happy. You can keep your skinny. I'm thankful for all the reasons I'm bigger.

why do i dance? why do i breathe?


My favorite art form absolutely.

I started dancing when I was in 4th grade. I used to dance with Miss Bonnie's in Del Rio, Texas, then I was on the high school dance team, then in college -- the dream died. In fact, the only dancing I did in college was at the night clubs. And I wouldn't exactly call that "art."

I have been missing the one thing that makes me truly happy (not to mention the only form of work out I can tolerate).

So...when Aaron deployed to Iraq in August, I decided I would take a few classes to rekindle my romance with my passion. It worked.

Since August, I have joined a new dance studio in Cabot: Page and Co. I started off taking way too many classes. I guess I just so excited. I had to drop hip-hop and clogging and stuck with tap and lyrical/jazz.

Our recital (yes, I said recital) is June 16th and I cannot wait to be back on a stage. I'm definitely not as "good" as I used to be. I can't do all three splits anymore and I definitely can't leap as high as I could when I was...12. But at least I'm in the game, right?

Here are some pictures from practice. Silly, I know -- but living proof that you're never too old or too out of shape to pursue a childhood past time.

That's me in the back during a practice of the lyrical dance to Annie Lennox's "No More I Love You's" -- probably the prettiest dance I've ever seen.

Beth, myself, and Paige. Beth is in junior high and Paige was a student of mine last year.

This is towards the end of our Broadway-esque tap dance to "Steam." Everyone loves a can-can line!

Top hats and tap shoes. *sigh*

more fun pictures from nashville.

Ok, so, seriously - I heart Nashville!

Aaron and I at The Melting Pot. I believe our dinner cost about $100. Yeah, totally ridiculous. It was a fun experience, though...a fun once in a lifetime experience.

This is Hoss sittin' on a hoss? horse? I kill myself with my hysterics. Really, this dog was perched on one of the horses downtown (ya know, horse-drawn carriage rides for the romantics). Aaron and I were going to ride on one, but didn't have enough time before our reservation at The Melting Pot. I asked the man if I could pet his dog and he said yes. The dog was so sweet. We asked, "Did you put him up there?" The man said, "Nope! He just jumps up there on his own!" FASCINATING!

The super-serious foose ball player.

The super not-serious foose ball player. I think he beat me like 2,900 to 6 or something.

The sky's a different blue...

guitar hero is the perfect drug.

"Don't you feel liberated?" said Aaron to Cassandra on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Cassandra looked at her husband as though he were crazy until a small smile formed on her face, one she just could not hide.

"Yeah, it kinda actually is," she replied.

We bought Guitar Hero II for the XBox 360 after months of contemplating this ridiculous purchase. Thanks to our finanicial guru, Dave Ramsey, we developed a "system" and saved appropriate funds and finally broke down and spent the 90 bucks on this silly toy.

And we haven't regretted one moment of it.

let freedom ring.

Finally! I have fixed the computer problem...well, at least for now. I have not been able to log onto my fabulous blog on my desktop computer. All posts have been done from the little itty bitty Mac laptop - which I don't like to use. Sooo...I think I have it back and running - at least for now.

Keep your fingers crossed.

I plan on putting some pictures up later tonight - if it still works. God help me.

May 14, 2007

anger and rage toward the officer's wives club.

Technically, they're not known as the Officer's Wives Club anymore. And technically, I don't have much anger and rage...not really.

Now, I'm not angry that I did not receive the scholarship I worked so hard for. I can deal with that. What I can't accept is the fact that this lovely organization did not even bother to contact me to tell me whether or not I received the award. No letter. No email. No phone call. No nothing.

In fact, I had to find out that I didn't win the scholarship on my own. I was thinking, "When in the world are they going to contact us about the scholarship?" So, I looked on the website and there it was, clear as day: Join us for the Scholarship Awards Luncheon! May 15th at 9 a.m. Childcare will be provided.


So, the reception for the award-winners is tomorrow morning. I hope they have a lovely time. Again, it's not the fact that I didn't get the scholarship. I can deal with that, even though it is a little disappointing. What I don't get is how they didn't have the decency, tact, or sense to let people know (as they said they would) who got a scholarship and who didn't. I thought this was a miliary organization.

Have the wives, who so proudly wear their husband's rank, never heard of protocol?

May 7, 2007

"look, ma! i'm a sermon story!" part one.

Spoken by the current pastor of Chapter One at San Angelo Assembly of God church, Lennon Noland. He is also my ex-boyfriend. As you can probably reason, the "she" is me. And yes, I had some time on my hands.

To his congregration of young adults, he says all of the following:

…when it comes to relationships, I have made every mistake...

(he continues later...)

Is it everybody else’s fault, or are we being the wrong person?

In my years at ASU, I told you all I was in an extremely long relationship. Three and a half years. And I mentioned to you guys before that whenever we broke up, because of all the mistakes that I made, it very much felt like more of a divorce than a break up. Whenever you make emotional and physical mistakes, you can’t just break up with somebody. It’s like a tearing apart. And it’s ridiculous. And it hurts. And it’s really painful. And it takes a lot of grace from God to do the right thing.

And here’s the deal, though: It’s not all her fault. Whenever we started dating, I was a person called to the ministry who was refusing to live for God. And so she thought she was getting somebody who wanted to be a coach or a news anchor and about a year into our relationship I decided, “You know what? I need to get my life on track with God. I’m called to the ministry!” And guess what? It didn’t fit anymore.

And that’s the danger of trying to nail down a romantic relationship, as Hooks said earlier, before you know who YOU are. Because at some point, you’re going to realize who you are and it’s just a better thing to do before you’re hooked in with somebody for all eternity, for your entire earthly life. So only when I committed myself fully to God was I in a position to be with somebody. Unfortunately, I was already with somebody. And it made things kind of hell - for the rest of the time.

"look, ma! i'm a sermon story!" part two.

In the same sermon, he says the following:

How do you get over a relationship?

Point #4: Re-evaluate life and what you want out of a relationship.

You have a chance to start over! Tomorrow doesn’t have to be the same.

Remember whenever the relationship I was telling you about earlier came to an end, I was living in this crack house apartment over by ASU, Ram’s Crossing? Anybody have to live there? With the prostitutes and drug-dealers? It’s good times! Hey, it’s a great mission field!

I remember I was living in this little efficiency apartment and I should have been absolutely destroyed. Because I just put years of my life into something and came up totally empty. But I remember laying there on my bed, like on a Friday night when I should have been doing something, watching TV on the only channel I could get and I was just feeling incredibly, incredibly, happy and light. Because you know what? I wasn’t fighting with somebody. I didn’t have to worry about what she was doing. I didn’t have to worry about you know, when things were going to get back on track. I felt like myself again and the thing is, in a bad relationship, you change because you’re hanging on because you don’t want to let it go. You’re trying to make things better, so you start sacrificing on things, on dreams, on personality traits that you should never sacrifice on.

What were the things I wanted out of life? I had to start reflecting. Who am I? I’m called into the ministry! She didn’t want to go into the ministry! Who can blame her? She didn’t know that’s what she was getting when we started dating. But I’m like, “God, I wanna go into the ministry. I need somebody who loves you and loves the ministry as much as I do.” Check, it’s nice. (I’m assuming he points to his wife in the crowd at this point).

And I’m thinking, “God, I wanna girl who I don’t have to fight with to keep our relationship pure. I want us both to want the same, great glorious unveiling the night of our honeymoon.” Check. It was good stuff. Sorry. (Again, referring to his wife in the crowd, or wherever she is at the present moment -- again, I'm assuming here).

Number three, I wanted somebody who was attractive, who was funny, who was fun, who I had a lot of things in common with. Check.

The God of the universe is capable of giving you what you need if you will let him and stop trying to jump the boat to get with whoever walks by.

my thoughts on "look, ma! i'm a sermon story!"

They're not actually my own thoughts, but they say what's in my head beautifully.

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people. – Virginia Woolfe (who's afraid of the big, bad wolf?)

Oh what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive! – Sir Walter Scott (but, of course!)

Nothing is easier than self-deceit. For what each man wishes, that he also believes to be true. – Demosthenes

One of the saddest lessons of history is this: If we've been bamboozled long enough, we tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle. The bamboozle has captured us. Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back. – Carl Sagan (of course this would come from a distant relative)

I don't mind lying, but I hate inaccuracy. ~Samuel Butler, Note-Books, 1912

Narcissism and self-deception are survival mechanisms without which many of us might just jump off a bridge. -- Todd Solondz

Ah, yes.

May 5, 2007

old, wooden rockin' chairs

Aaron and I are having a great Saturday. The best thing about it is that it's not even close to being over. We still have all night to have fun.

It started off peacefully. I got to sleep in late while Aaron attended his "gardening class" at Home Depot. That's his new thing: landscaping. I support the hobby because it makes our house look pretty, it's a healthy hobby, and every week he comes home from "gardening class" with a free gift. Last week an azalea, this week a marigold plant. No room for complaint here.

I went and got a much-needed pedicure. It was fabulous. The girl who did it was an ex student of mine -- a very chatty ex student. She kept talking and talking and it bothered me none because the longer she talked, she longer she kept massaging my feet. Oh, it was heavenly. I got cute little flowers painted on my big toes. So girly.

Afterward, Aaron and I went to lunch at the Mean Pig. I had a BBQ Frito Pie (I know, sounds disgusting, but it's so not) and a huge Root Beer.

Here comes the exciting part: we went to a flea market! I've never been to a flea market in my entire life. It was an experience! We found two wooden rocking chairs that we'd like to use on our front porch. I always said that since I now live in the deep South, I gotta have rocking chairs on my front porch. I need to sip lemonade and play checkers and watch the passersby. I just have to.

The chairs were nice and comfortable. We reasoned that we'd paint them white when we finally took them home. We tried to bargain with the guy.

"All we've got in $50 cash and we'd love to take them off your hands," said Aaron.

"Wellllll...I can give 'em to ya for 60, but I don't think I can go any lower than that," spoke the cute old man.

Aaron and I left because we weren't lying -- all we had on us was the fifty bucks. We decided we'd go back tomorrow and buy the chairs for the sixty bucks. It's actually a great deal. Where else could you get TWO perfectly good, wooden, sturdy rocking chairs for 30 bucks each?! Cracker Barrel!? Yeah...right. Don't they charge, like, 100 dollars for one?!

I'm excited about our flea market mini-adventure. It was so nice to spend time with Aaron, doing things we don't normally do.

Life is so good.

May 1, 2007

quotable quote.

Aaron and I were discussing a certain *ahem* issue. (Refer to "look, ma! i'm a sermon story" later for more details) and it brought to his mind something one of his professors at Mississippi State once said:

"Don't piss of the person who buys ink by the barrel."

Oh, you just wait!

comfort food.

Tonight, we had a fantastic dinner. Oh, it was so great.

macaroni and cheese
green beans

Everything turned out perfect. It was comfort food at its finest. We got the recipe from the "XL"ent Recipes from the Border cookbook - a cookbook written and compiled by the officer's wives at Laughlin AFB in my hometown. Here's the recipe for the best meatloaf in the world - other than my mom's, but God knows nothing is as good as my Mom's...anything!

helen's meat loaf

2 lbs. hamburger meat
1 cup oatmeal - random, I know!
2 eggs
Ketchup (a little)
Worcestershire sauce (a little)
Celery salt
Tomato Paste (8 oz. can)

Other than the tomato paste, mix everything into a bowl. Place it all into a loaf pan, cook for 45 minutes to an hour in a 350 degree oven. About 10 minutes before it's done, spread the paste on the loaf. Place back into the oven until the time is up. Cool and enjoy!
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