Thankful on Thanksgiving

I have so much to be thankful for.

This day is the day to remember that fact. And to eat a truck load of carbs. Gotta love it!

I Cassie Anna Clubb am thankful for:

*My parents: who still dance in the kitchen and have date night on Fridays

*My sisters: who complete me

*My brothers: who support and protect me

*My nieces and nephew: who give me the chance to spoil and adore them.

(seriously though I dare you not to melt as you walk into a room and two darling toddlers look up, point, and say, "Cass Cass". It is impossible. Gets me every time)

*Friends: I have the best ones. The kind that help me keep my standards high, make me laugh, and love me even though I am a quack. 

*The gospel of Jesus Christ: I love my Savior and I am so humbled to be able to serve a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

*The United States: I am free, someone else fought for me to be. I love our country and those who keep it safe. 

*Exercise: "You are entirely up to you. Make your body. Make your life. Make yourself." Stole that quote from Nike, what a double, threat they make sexy shoes and give you sound advice. . .woot woot. Watch out Oprah, Nike is hot on your trail.

*Talents: Some people have a lot and some people only have a few. I like mine.

*Education: Learning is nice, when Professors aren't sweating, spitting, or glaring in my general direction that is. 

*My Cat: Yeah he drives my mom nuts, and he won't catch a mouse to save his chubby butt, plus he wakes me up at completely heinous hours of the morning, but he is loyal and he is always happy to see me. I like him.

*Pretty Things: I like to look nice, pretty things help accomplish that. Pretty things include: hair bows flowers ribbons, make-up, jewelry, accessories, and things that sparkle. Duh. 

*Love: Yeah so I don't actually have this yet (the love of your life kind) oh but one day I will and it will be awesome. Yep true story. 

*Food: nom nom nomm

We are all very blessed. But we are all human and tend to be fussy jerks most of the time. When you are focused on the negative it is the only thing you can see. It is no way to live. So you don't have it all? Life's not fair? People suck? Work is hard? Get a grip people! You weren't meant to have it all, I bet you have enough though. Life will never be fair, do you think complaining about it will change anything? People will always let you down, love them anyway. There are those who wish they had a way to provide for their families, remember that the next time your job drives you nuts. 

All I am sayin' is take a healthy dose of perspective and start loving your life. It is going to happen whether you enjoy it or not. So live, and live thankfully.

And eat pie. 

Thankful Cassie Over and Out

I Like to Win

Please tell me that I am not the only one who sits in their room and listens to the same song on repeat for hours on end? At this point: yes I love the song, and yes hearing it over and over is calming and what not, but basically I just want to win the competition I made up that is between me and the iTunes counter. . .I want this song to have the most plays. I am on 28 only have to make it to 41 to win.

Is there a prize for winning, you ask? Nope. Who loses in the event of my victory, you wonder? 

Nobody. . .I am playing against an inanimate object for Pete's sake. 

{that reminds me. . .who the heck is Pete and why exactly to we care about his sake?} 

This is the face of a winner :)

 Speaking of weird-makes-no-dang-sense games I play. . .

Did I ever tell you about the one that happens every time I swipe my debit card?

I hope you realize that question was purely out of courtesy, I of course am here when I write these little do-bops so I know for a fact that I have not told you this.

Anywho each time I purchase something with my card I wait with baited breath to see if it will be approved. This is absolute nonsense when you consider the following reasons:

~I'm a crazy who balances their checkbook 3 or more times a week.

~I would NEVER buy something if I were unsure if there was enough money in the bank.

AND

~I am independently wealthy. Money isn't an issue for me.

BAHAahahahaAHAHAahahaAHhahaha

^ That is a big fatty lie. Like no joke that lie needs to go on a diet fo sho. 

Really though each time my card is "approved" I say, "Winner!!" with gusto. Out loud. Even when I am all alone. I have confused many a cashier <---when that happens I give myself extra points.

My lie is not the only heifer in the room, let me just tell ya. 

This is the part of the program where I admit that I have been slacking on the exercise lately. Admitting this tastes like vinegar. Or pure vanilla extract, just cause it smells like heaven does NOT mean you should taste it, just sayin'. Now that all 4 people who read this know about my lazy, lard-butt, lack of motivation I should be able to sufficiently guilt trip myself into getting up tomorrow and takin' on good ol' Jillian. 

I am planning on screaming winner all up in Jillian's face not gonna lie.

Winner-of-the-lazy-variety Over and Out

Its been awhile. . .

Okay kids, raise your hand if you miss my posts...

Anyone? Anyone at all...

This is a safe place, you can admit that you love my random tidbits.

Fine. Jerks. I will chose to rise above your harshness and keep on writing. I am hardcore that way. 

Do you remember Gigi in He's Just Not That Into You? That one scene where she stayed up all night and comes into the office with macaroni in her hair and looking like a garbage truck threw-up on her? 

 That is how I have been feeling for the past 9 days.

Just, ya know. . .minus the whole looking like a holy-pile-of-sexy-amazingness even though she is suppose to look like a hot mess. Also why are her friends so pretty? It is annoying. 

My sister had her baby.

This is Naomi. Talk about perfection! Also I made that headband *smiles gloatingly* 

I am having a randomness melt-down.

On my mind at this very moment:

*I wish I had shampoo that smelled like grapefruits

*I swear my heater is blowing out cold air

*I want to own an elf who would lay out my clothes while I sleep and make me matching shoes for each outfit

*If I claimed Naomi as my own, do you think Katie would mind?

*My Stress Management class causes me stress, how messed up is that?

*I wonder if Sacajawea talked crap about Lewis and Clark in her own language like the ladies at the nail salon do when I go get a manicure. . .

*I got my flirt back, apparently

*I really want a snuggie

*I wonder if hunters can watch Bambi with a clear conscious?

I think I need a nap. 

Gigi-Wanna-Be Over and Out

Belated Birthday-ness

I fail. You wanna know why? I will tell you! 

On October 27th which was exactly 12 days ago my middle oldest brother (confusing, no?) had a birthday. It is true. He turned 1 year older and wiser too. But did I write him a little diddy? Nope. 

I have an excuse. I know we all love excuses 

[at least we like to compare them to butts and other random body parts]

Mine is actually awesome. My excuse, not my butt. . .well. . .they are both awesome. 

Anyways here it goes: Katie had her baby!!! On Spencer's Birthday!! I know what you are thinking, Katie's babies should really be more original. I mean Bella was born on Jade's birthday and now Naomi on Spence's. 

So although I would have loved to sit in front of my computer working up a literary masterpiece all about my brothers awesomeness I was otherwise detained.

I also had to skip a dentist appointment *shucks* <---not sad at all about that!

So here it is, the masterpiece I mean. . . 

Dear Big Brother,

 I feel sad for all the people who do not know you. They are missing out. You are strong, smart, clever, funny, important, patient, giving, talented and so much more. I feel lucky to have you for my forever friend. I try to emulate you and follow your great example. 

I am proud of you. Of all that you have overcome and accomplished. 

You = amazing. 

I know you are shaking your head right now, you probably don't believe me. You should know that I am not the only one who feels this way. I am certain that you are unaware of how incredible you are. That makes you all the more special. I love you. Forever. 

Love, Little Sister  

 Must I always be the transparent ghost like one??? Stupid tan people.

 Look at that stud!

My brother is the best brother. Be jealous.

Happy-Birthday-to-Spen Over and Out

Mama Cass + Cassie = a whole lotta Cass

 

Monday mornings make me sad. Especially if I have procrastinated my homework all weekend long {always}

I think Mama Cass and I must be soul mates

[probably because we share a name and an unhealthy desire to eat. . .a lot]

No judgment here because I myself am an ex-heifer but if we are what we eat that lady shoulda eaten a skinny person. Although being chubby sorta worked for her, she was ya know rich, and talented, and famous. Some people have all the luck!

This is for you Mama Cass *clears throat* 

{Pretend I am singing loudly wearing my plaid pj pants and using my limegreen brush as a microphone}

. . .not that I would ever do that. . .

"Monday Monday, can't trust that day,
Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way. . .Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin' all of the time"

That having been said me, my pj pants, my bowl of dry fruit loops [which I eat like popcorn], and the bag of Sweet & Spicy trail mix are gonna attack my history homework like it owes us money.  Once we've beaten it within an inch of it's life we plan to dominate my English essay which is to be read in peer groups 

*that's fancy for having to strut your literary stuff to a bunch of bratty 20-something-year-olds who think they are better then you*

too bad for them that they don't know about the fact that I could pop out an essay in 20 minutes that would eat their essays for breakfast. The reason I don't talk much in class is because I am too busy ignoring all the dumb things that they are saying, NOT because I don't know the answer. . .duh.

Also take note that I am planning on eating something with the word "spicy" in the title. Yeah! That's happening! And this coming from a girl who thinks pepper is too hot. Bam. 

Truthfully I put my mouth through the torture of eating that stuff solely for the toffee covered peanuts. 

Yes, they are that good.

Monday-Hater Over and Out

Jewelry is a girls best friend

I like to think I have substance, ya know...gusto. 

Oh but I don't.

How do I know?

Easy.

My Aunt got me this:

 BAM {cute packaging}

 BAM BAM "Necklace of my dreams AhhHAhhhahhh" *Sung in a heavenly opera voice*

 

BAM BAM BAM 

I sound like Emeril Lagasse up in this place. I love me some Emeril, nothin' wrong with a little chubby Italian dude shimmying around the kitchen working up pots of delicious goodness. Nope, nothin' wrong with that. 

Except ya know the calories. . .and the starch. . .and the fat. . .let's not forget the salt. . .

Okay so there may be a few things wrong with it, but I still dig the guy.

*holy random Cassie get back to business* 

Right-O, my Aunt sent me a necklace that I want to marry --lucky it, cause I am totally single-- and now she is my FAVORITE Aunt! 

Petty, unfair, shallow? I think not! My Aunt is hilarious! And fun! And kind, sweet, and understanding not to mention has excellent taste in Jewelry. 

The only way I could have loved this gift more is if she had sent me a little travel sized Emeril and a plate of noodles. . .all this Lagasse talk has me yearning for some pasta REAL BAD!

I wore this lovely today and I think it brought me good luck because I met a way cute boy today. He sorta knows I exist too. . .BONUS. . .

Thanks Aunt Ann, I love you!

KISSES!

Happy-Niece Over and Out

When it gets cold...

Once upon a time I was chilly as can be so I uttered these words,

"I want to own a polar bear and train it to hug me so that I will be warm and happy."

Mom looked at me calmly and replied, "Why not just buy a coat?" 

Why not, indeed?!? Oh I know cause that is boring and lame!

However, I think Mom is right on this one. Two separate situations led me to this conclusion

{neither of which was the fact that owning a polar bear is beyond unrealistic, I'm a dreamer. What can I say?} 

Situation Numero Uno: 

Al Gore is pretty sure that Polar Bears are drowning. . .I recently watched a documentary of his in which he looked like this. . . a lot

Now I'm not hatin' on him cause what he had to say made some sense. I got love for the dude but I'm not in love with all of him. Half the film was him boowhooin' it up because he didn't get to be President.

Seriously Mr. Gore?? Are you kidding me with this?? It's not as if you are in Kindergarten and someone stole your juice box. There was an election, where thousands of people voted, you lost. 

I'd say it's about time you get over it, if not for yourself, do it for the polar bears :) 

 This is one of the images he shows in his little video. 

"Ummm, excuse me Mr. Polar Bear, I don't want to bother you because I realize you are drowning and stuff, but would you like to come live in Missouri and hug me? Take your time getting back to me, you have about 5 good feet of ice left to sit on. No rush."

Bubble Busted! 

Situation Numero Dos:

Apparently polar bears aren't that nice. 

Katie's head would fit in that jaw, just sayin' 

My head is a bit rounder than most so I may be safe, but still. 

I hear they have tempers and I guess they will eat a human if the occasion arises. 

Bubble Busted Again!

New plan: Look into temperament of grizzly, black, and panda bears. 

Coats-Are-For-Losers Over and Out