Monthly Archives: April 2012

April 14

April 14

Yesterday was my dog’s birthday. His name is Jack. Or Jackson. Or Ophus. Or Duck. Or Jacksonian. Or Ducky. Or Jackson Ophus. Or Pig. Or Brat. He has many names. He could almost be a secret agent, like Perry the Platypus, with all his aliases. Almost…
Anyway, happy birthday Duckson!


An Ugly Plaid Couch

Beating around the bush is something that comes naturally to me. I am not a blunt person. On the internet, I tend to be more open and honest than in person, but that’s the same with almost everybody. (It’s usually the case for texting and writing letters too… sometimes even talking on the phone. It’s easier to be rude when you’re not looking at the person you’re communicating with.)

At a Sunday School meeting a few months ago, a woman from my church was proposing that we re-do the Mother’s Room (aka the nursery). She brought some fabric samples for the couch and some paint color options. I thought the fabric was a bad choice and whispered my stance to my dad, who was sitting next to me. He held up his finger and said, “Say it out loud.” I was MORTIFIED. I didn’t want to say it. I feel safer when I don’t say things to people directly (maybe that’s why I like writing so much), but my dad let everyone know that I “had something to say”. So everyone looked at me… 9 pairs of eyes begged me to bare my soul. Curious about what quiet little ole’ Cassie had to say, they were silent.

My face was burning.

My heart was beating.

My hands were shaking.

Nevertheless, I said, “Mrs. *Jenkins, I don’t think that particular the fabric you’re leaning toward would be the best decision. Maybe something a little less busy would better fit the decor.”

Okay, maybe a little less eloquent, but that’s close enough.

What happened next was something I wasn’t expecting: “Oh, I see,” Mrs. Jenkins said with a smile, looking at the plaid fabric swatch in her hands, “I suppose you’re right. Thanks for saying something!”


She was very pleasant about it. She’s usually a very nice lady, so I don’t know why I was expecting such a horrible response from her, but I did. I felt so stupid when I realized how insane I was being.

Anyway, she asked me to choose a fabric swatch that I thought would be better. I saw one that was prettier and told her about it. We ended up going with the one I chose.

Now, 8 months later, the finished product is beautiful. Mrs. Jenkins ended up asking me about which carpet color I liked, and which paint colors looked the best. Not saying that it’s my fault that the nursery is as gorgeous as it is, but… yeah. Anyway, it turned out better than it would’ve with an ugly plaid couch.

So don’t be afraid to speak up. If it’s something stupid, then obviously you should hold your tongue. But if it’s something that could be beneficial… say it.

Okay bye.

*not her real name


I recently set up a blog on Tumblr called Uplift & Edify. Its purpose? To uplift and edify! I realized recently that, while I have never been a burden on society (at least I don’t think I have been), I haven’t been making a conscious effort to brighten other people’s day. As a Christian, it should be a goal of mine to not only refrain from being a stumbling block, but also to constantly try to be a stepping stone. Try to be a helper. Try to be a light in this dark world.

Let me share a passage of Scripture that has been my life’s “motto”, if you will, for quite awhile. I memorized these verses and about 10 other verses in this chapter 4 years ago. I encourage you to read this and be blessed:

Ephesians 4:29-32 KJV

  Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers. And grieve not the holy Spirit of God, whereby ye are sealed unto the day of redemption. Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice: And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.

And here’s the link to my other blog→

So… I need to make a list of stuff to do before my baby brother arrives (well, outside of the womb anyway), so I bid you adieu and *que Terminator accent* I’ll be back. 🙂

Psssst- I’m sick… which is why I’ve been updating my blog so much. Hopefully it turns into more of a habit. Also, my friend Kara gave me a 2-liter bottle of Ginger Ale. She’s the sweetest 🙂

Psssssst- I’m thinking about changing my blog theme. I’ll be looking.

Pssssssst- Liiiiight buuuulb! BIG idea for a new story. Yay! 😀

How Weird Can You Get?

Okay, I didn’t sign-up for this or anything, but I thought it would be fun to write a post about what I do when I write. What I do isn’t very wacky, nor is it all that strange, but it is, um… I don’t know. Anyway, I usually sit in my bedroom on a folding chair with my legs propped up on my bed. I spend awhile looking at my dog (Jackson) and occasionally ask him what I should write about. When (finally) I decide what I want to write about, my fingers begin to rapidly type words into my laptop. Then I get cold and pull the blankets off of my bed and wrap myself up in them. Then I change my clothes (of course I do… I’m a girl! I require at least 3 wardrobe changes per day) (just kidding) (but I do change my clothes). After that, I go down to the kitchen and get my red/plastic/huge/aging cup and fill it with water and ice. Then I go back upstairs to my bedroom and sigh. I try to remember what I was going to write next, then say (aloud), “Um, okay, (character name) just did this, now she’s going to–” and I stop talking abruptly and continue writing. After awhile, I’ll pull out my trusty Kindle Fire and either 1.) play a game, 2.) check my email, 3.) pin a few things on Pinterest, or 4.) Google random things that are of zero benefit to me (and pretty much anyone who breathes oxygen). After I’m done with that, I lay on my bed and look around my room, realizing how far behind I am with cleaning it. I make a mental note to tidy it up when I’m done with my current chapter and eventually go back to my writing chair. After that, I just write and write and write for awhile more… and on occasion I’ll repeat said “ritual” and then write some more.

  …I enjoy it. 🙂

  PST- I’m sick. Aww man! Oh well, that leaves me lots of writing and napping time… my favorite things! 😉

(here’s the link to the website where the “How Weird Can You Get” chain post thing started… and the link below is to the blog who introduced me to it)

Unselfish Savior

Tonight’s message for Good Friday was on how UNSELFISH Jesus was… and is. Remember this weekend how absolutely precious Jesus’ gift to us is. It is unmatched. It is unfathomable. It is receivable. God bless! 😀


PS- Sang a solo and did… alright. I was so nervous!

Okay, Owl City is pretty much the description of Cassie. I love Adam Young and his music. His blog is an beautiful compilation of inspiring posts. His music is… indescribable. This article is so great! A good read for the one who doubts that individual preferences still exist.