You Might Be A Homeschooler If…

I found this rather hilarious. I think all these people are educated at home (at least one of them is, anyway), but they do a good job at making me feel like a dweeb. Ha! Not everything is applicable to me (I had Wendy’s yesterday) but most are very accurate; I was not allowed to watch Power Rangers, nor movies with witches, etc…
I’ll post the DLYCW pictures soon. I’m such a stinking procrastinator. Grr. 😛


This is probably going to be ridiculously short, but oh well.

Hi! My mom’s baby shower is tomorrow. I am so stinking excited for it that it’s hard to express in the short time that I have to express it. However, I can inform you that I’m REALLY EXCITED. Slightly nervous too. People are going to come to my house… and relatives and friends that I haven’t seen for awhile will be here… (the shower is at my church and our house is right next to the church building) so I’m kind of sort of not looking forward to it. Just a little. I think that the little unexciting part is because my 9 year old cousin will be sleeping in my bedroom. So I have to clean it. It wasn’t that messy to begin with, but still. It has to be cleaned. Sorry if that bored you…
  Anyway, my mom and I are going to my friend Rachel’s birthday party. We were supposed to leave at 3 so we could go to the store and be to her house by 5, but it didn’t work out that way. We’ll leave in a little while.
  I finished (for the second third time) Scarlett Marie/In His Hands! But now I’ve changed the MC’s name to Chelsea and changed the title to Chelsea. Lots of change. I think the name Chelsea fits her better too. This is the first time I’ve changed the MC’s name after the book was finished. Huh. Hopefully it doesn’t turn into a habit. Because that would stink.
  I’m kind of participating in DLYCW (Dress Like Your Character Week). I have a devastatingly lame wardrobe and my characters all dress differently than I do, so instead of actually wearing what they would wear (though I did dress like a camo-wearing punk on Tuesday), I’ve opted to use Polyvore (a website that is rather difficult to describe, but you can go check it out if you want). I’ll post pictures of what I made on Polyvore probably tomorrow or Sunday afternoon. Not sure yet. It’s been fun.
  I bid thee farewell and eagerly await the day– oh wait, nope. Nevermind. I do hope you fare well though.


I was a wimpy child… that’s why.

My story begins in the earliest years of the new millennium. I was a Girl Scout. I didn’t know what to think of it. Sure, some days I liked it well enough, but other days I wish Girl Scouts would just lose its’ fame and popularity and leave those of us whose lives would be better off without it alone… except during cookie season, of course. That was the best.

While I was in Brownies (the section of Girl Scouts specifically for girls from the ages of 6 to 9), we moved our troop meetings to a different facility. A new girl came to check things out and I thought I’d be a friend to her (the Girl Scout Law, after all, does say to be a sister to your fellow Scouts). I walked over to where she was sitting on the floor in the gymnasium and plopped my books down next to her. I stood next to her and smiled, then I said, “My name’s Cassie.” She looked up at me with the cruelest face I’ve ever seen a little girl muster and kicked my stuff across the room. I didn’t know what to do so I just walked over to my mom (who was one of the leaders) and cried. We left early, it was close to the end of the night anyway, and went home. On the way home, I remember crying and doodling in my notebook. It was raining and dark and dreary (a little too fitting, eh? Creepy…). So I started writing a story I called “Julie The Jellybean”. It was about a girl who was teased and had a rough life. It had nothing to do with my circumstances other than that I’d had a bad day, but it calmed me down a bit. When my mom and I got home, we called the Troop Leader, Miss Vicki, and told her I would no longer be participating in Girl Scouts. She said that she understood and she was proud of me for not freaking out and retaliating when the girl did what she did. Later that night, my brother Daniel’s toe nail fell off.

A few years later, I believe it was summer of 2008, I started writing a story called “Rose Marie“. My Tota (great-grandmother in the Mohawk language) wasn’t doing very well. I was also having trouble finding friends (though I’d lived in the same place and attended the same church for my whole life) and a misunderstanding with my closest friend (her name was also Cassie) was leaving me feeling depressed. So yeah… I decided to write about dealing with death and healing and friendship. I think that this particular story had a lot to do with me growing up. I’m not saying that I am a completely mature adult (because I am definitely not!), but Rose Marie was my best friend. Sounds lame, I know, but it’s true. Writing about her troubles and her growing up helped me kind of grow up with her. We are also very similar (we’re both straightforward; we’re both relatively quiet; we both prefer to be alone rather than with a group of people; etc…). She was, in a way, my punching bag. (So thanks, Rosie, for being there for me. You too, Julie Jellybean.)

Anyway, I’ve continued to write because I love it. The feeling when I finally word something right after ripping pages and pages laden with poorly worded sentences out of my notebook… it’s indescribable. Falling in love with my characters is probably one of my favorite parts of writing. Of course when that happens I hate to hurt them or make bad things happen, but you know… it’s gotta happen sometimes. And when everything turns out right, it’s not easily compared with anything else in the world.

Well… that’s why I started and kept writing. It’s not the most inspirational, most fascinating of stories, but it’s mine. I hope you liked it, if that’s how you describe the feeling when you read some girl’s blog about her melodramatic childhood and reason behind her writing.

That’s it. I’ll be back soon. 🙂

Oh yeah… if you’d like to follow this month’s blog chain, here it is… 🙂

The theme for this month’s blog chain is…

“Why do you write?”

Want to follow this fantastic blog tour? Here are the participating parties, day by day

May 5––The Leaning Tower of Plot

May 6––Comfy Sweaters, Writing and Fish

May 7––Cassidy Marie Rizzo

May 8––This Page Intentionally Left Blank

May 9––You Didn’t Really Need To Know This…

May 10––Inklined

May 11––The Word Asylum

May 12––Lily’s Notes In The Margins

May 13––The Zebra Clan

May 14––Tangential Bemusings

May 15––Reality Is Imaginary

May 16––Dragons, Unicorns And Other Random Things

May 17––The Lonely Recluse

May 18––A Farewell To Sanity

May 19––The Incessant Droning Of A Bored Writer

May 20––All I Need Is A Keyboard

May 21––Teens Can Write Too! (They will be announcing the topic for next month’s chain)

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! 😀