When in Rome........ Get Soaked.....

I was in Rome, finally found the place I would be staying and had been reunited with my love, Katrina. It was time to see the beautiful ancient city. Katrina took me to the tram that we would be spending quiet a bit of time on to take us to the metro. When we got off the metro we walked up the stairs, and I was completely overjoyed to see the coliseum right there smack dab in front of me.

                                                   

It was breathtaking. So beautiful and so massive, I could have stared at it for hours. It was like a fabulous red wine, aged to perfection. The thought that gladiators fought here, and large beasts were fed people here… At least that’s how I’ve always envisioned it… very Hollywood of me, I know. But come on! Russell Crow died here, and Lizzie McGuire ousted the evil workings of Palo and put of the performance of her life here. I was in movie lover heaven. And then just behind me I could only see the outside of the Roman Forum, but it was plenty beautiful on the outside. We grabbed my first cappuccino right outside, mainly because it was starting to rain and we weren’t about to walk like 5 blocks in it. But the café was cute and quaint, and the staff was lovely. Katrina ordered me a nutella cresoint and I took a bite of this delicious spread for the first time and had fallen into a love coma. I was delirious with excitement to be reunited with Katrina and able to catch up on our lives.

When we finished and paid I left with a “Gracie, ciao!” and heard in the background, “Prego! Ciao!” And my heart skipped a beat. We moved on to the Vatican, and coming out of the metro to no rain was ever so lovely. There were hundreds of chairs in the center of it and Katrina had informed me that on Wednesdays the Pope comes out to bless the city. I had just missed it. Dang. Still I was so pleased to have been able to seen this staple. We continued with a few backtracks (the street signs are a joke. At every corner the same street you’ve been walking on changes) to the Bridge of Angels. The Whovian fan girl in me was in full swing with Weeping Angels references and jokes. (DON’T BLINK. BLINK AND YOU’RE DEAD.) It was wonderful, and right outside of a large castle with cannons and all. (But it was missing a mote. Disappointing, I know) we quickly moved on. (I know what you’re thinking. “Stop and smell the Roses a bit!” I only had one day in Rome, I had to get to the sights and see as much as I could though.) We walked for what felt like 100 miles, I’m sure it was only one though, and ended up in Piazza Nevona where we found the Four Rivers Fountain.

And I was amazed. It was so massive and so extensive, I was immediately infatuated. But I was starving, had low blood sugar and was running on fumes considering I had been up for more than 30 hours and had 3 and half to 4 hours of sleep. We searched for this wine bar that Katrina’s friend to her about and to avail did we find it. So we picked a café and ordered sub-par pizza margarita and table red wine. But at least we had such a lovely view of the fountain and Piazza.

After more chatting, eating and catching up, I heard something in the distance that was unmistakable. It was a large roll of thunder… and the rain had begun again. It was slow and delicate, and we were covered. There was no need to panic. And then I saw it. A sight I’m not close to ever forgetting. The sight of a glorious, bright bolt of lightning in the sky. And the rain began to fall hard and fast. Half our table was soaked, as was out shoes. And our wine glasses were covered in shiny raindrops.

The lightning was not ending anytime soon and my heart was growing faint.

            I must give a bit of a back-story. I’m not fond of Lightning, unless I’m in the safety of the indoor. Last July my bestie Candace and I went on a trip to Nashville. I knew it was the home of country music, but I had no idea that even in the dead of summer it was the home to lightning storms. One night we left our hotel (Opryland Hotel. Oh yeah.) And headed for the mall within walking distance. However it was raining and we got a free ride from a luxury car driver person… (ßWow) It was the midnight showing of the Dark Knight Rises. It was two am when we were leaving the theater and pouring rain and of course, tons of lightning. Candace and I looked at each other and I said, “I don’t wanna wait for a cab, its not that far and its really late.” And she responded with a, “Me either, wanna just try and run for it?” then I retorted with a casual, “Sure.” And we attempted probably the most stupid thing in our entire lives. We ran in a lightning storm. The parking lot was lined with metal light posts on the left and trees on the right. The lot was filled with probably 2 to 3 inches of water and the sky filled with so much light, so frequently, you’d argue it was the middle of the night. As we ran, Candace, whom is one of the most laid back person and says things like, “Oh its totally fine. Chill out. Not a big deal.” Shouted “This is probably the dumbest decision ever. Please Lord keep us safe. Shitshitshitshit. Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh.” And my reassurance was lost forever. I’m not a runner. I don’t exercise, and I eat a lot of McDonalds. I’m slow and easily winded. Also I was afraid for my life. So I really felt that if I didn’t die from a lightning strike, I sure as hell was gonna die of a heart attack. After, what felt like hours and was only minutes, we were out of the mall parking lot, but we still needed to make into the hotel and there was only one spot of coverage. We raced to that spot to catch our breaths and after two minutes of huffing and puffing, Candace stated matter-of-factly, “We are headed for that door. Pull out the key card so we can get in. Ready. Go!” and we bolted for the door. When we made it I wanted to scream because there was no key slot. I felt we were screwed. The lightning carried on and Candace pointed to a new door and I firmly refused. I grabbed the handle and was overwhelmed with an urge to cry of happiness when the door opened into the hotel. We were alive, when the odds were against us. I swore never to do something so ridiculous and stupid again.

            So when the lightning was happening in the Piazza, I suggested we head into the restaurant to wait it out. We waited and chatted with a guy our age from the Netherlands for about 20 to 30 minutes. The lightning ended but the rain didn’t, so we raced to a bus stop and jumped on. I’m not sure what was going on, but even though the bus stop clearly stated the bus was going to the train station it really wasn’t. We ended up sitting on that bus, ridding around Rome, for an hour and half wondering WHERE the hell we were going and WHY the hell we weren’t reaching our destination. Finally we reached it. Exhausted, cold, and rain soaked we grabbed the tram back to the apartment. We changed out of our soaking vans and into our boots grabbed coats, umbrellas, and my tripod and headed out for a night walk.

It was pouring and I could feel the distinct rubbing feeling you get when your shoes are in the process of making a blister. But at least I got some sick night pics. Bare with me, I don’t have Photoshop here, I’ll edit these and others when I get home. These are just a taste. 

When we reached our final destination of the Angel bridge you see there, We looked at our map and decided it was time to go home… then realized home… was on the opposite side of ROME!!!! It was so far away and the metro was closed! The cost for a cab would be a bitch, so we started onward. My right foot was in a lot of pain and my leather boots were pretty ruined by this point. Then we saw people waiting at a bus station! It was like seeing a glass of water in the heat of the dessert! The nice guy pointed us in the direction we were aiming for and we ended up home soaked, safe and sound. It was time for bed and off to Lyon… or so we thought…

                                                                                                        Sincerely

                                                                                                                     Cass <3

Arrivederci America! Ciao Roma!

Well, I finally made it to Rome, saw the major sights and now I’m in Lyon. But lets back up a bit, alllll the way to my first flight at LAX…  

            My bag was overweight (surprise surprise) when I realized I had forgotten my pillow and laptop on my bed back home. The immense sadness that flowed through my body was unlike any feeling I’ve had before… (Semi-dramatic) How could I forget my pillow? Damn. Oh well, must press on. I made it to my gate with time to spare and to my dismay there were no celebs in sight. Bummer. It was 9:15am when we ascended on our journey to Charlotte, NC. A quaint plane that I got the pleasure of having the window seat. I hate to fly y’all, I’m a nervous wreck and I want the trip to go as smooth as possible. So you can imagine my anxiety when the gentleman next to me wouldn’t turn off his phone during take off. I wanted to grab his phone and scold him for putting people’s lives in danger for a simple text. Don’t worry, I refrained from doing so. We landed with a bit of turbulence, wasn’t a fan. But it was a safe flight and I was satisfied. However, there was a plane in our parking spot and my connecting flight was going to board in 15 minutes. I impatiently waited and 10 minutes from boarding I escaped my plane and hauled ass to the next gate and made it in with a bit of time to spare.

Charlotte to Rome was a bigger flight, and my good luck with seats quickly ended. I was in the isle seats in-between two people. One was a woman who kindly helped me with my bags and the other was a man. Both Italian, both quiet. I sat in my seat listening to 7 or 8 men laugh, joke and chat in Italian and it finally hit me. I was about to start my great adventure! I couldn’t help but smile wide and occasionally look back at them. I knew nothing they were saying, but it sounded magnificent. Now before I left on my trip, I had a bit of bad luck and stress. And a wise friend of mine said, “Everything happens for a reason, hang in there.” At the time, I really didn’t want to hear that, but I later realized she was right, Because to my delight one of the gentlemen was a young man, I’d say no older than 25, and was absolutely attractive. We made eye contact, he held my gaze and my cheeks became hot. It was attraction at first sight. He sat behind and to the left of me, so I could see him in my peripheral vision, and for a few hours we would play the coy game of eye contact and turn away, with sweet, coy smiles and red, hot cheeks. I was in heaven. Then I needed to use the restroom. We had been airborne for 4 hours at least with no signs of turbulence, and so I decided to do the one thing I swore I’d never do. Use the restroom on a plane. But of course the man next to me had fallen asleep with his headphones in and I could not wake him. That’s when my Italian darling spoke to me. He told me to turn up the man’s volume on his head phones to wake him. I couldn’t bring myself to disturb this man’s slumber with a jarring, loud burst of noise. I said no way that’s terrible and he laughed at me. I guess we weren’t as quiet as we thought because that woke up the gentleman next to me and I was able to get up and use the restroom. It felt incredible to stretch my legs and back, but I knew I had to return to my seat. I sat down and was shocked by how quickly my neighbor concked out again. Suddenly in the corner of my eye I say a light and turned and saw my flirting partner holding his phone in my view with a message that read, “….back in jail… :(“ I giggled and knew… these European boys were going to get me into trouble on this trip. He held up another message when he stood up to go to the restroom. I couldn’t really read it because his hand was moving too much, but it was something along the lines of teasing me, telling me the amazing feeling of being able to get up and stretch. I gave him a pouty look and he smiled, and my heart sank.

            I got absolutely no sleep on that 9-hour flight and I was exhausted. We arrived in Roma at 9:30am and I couldn’t deny the large puffy circles under my eyes, but it was time to get off the plane and find my way to my love, Katrina! I walked side by side with my heartthrob and chatted about my trip and found out he was getting back from a trip up the California coastline. He walked me all the way to the baggage lines and then we parted ways. I never got his name, but I will never forget his accent.

I drug my gynormous suitcase around the station looking for my train to the center of Roma, the Leonardo Express. Finally found it paid fourteen Euros too much and headed to the station. At this point it was 10:40am and I had told Katrina 9:30am. So I grabbed my phone to give her a shout. (also my train was gonna take a half hour) And then BOOM! It hit me like a ton of bricks… my phone doesn’t work here. Shit. I couldn’t call, text, email, facebook, or carrier pigeon. I was screwed. I pulled up to the station and found it to be tiny. I had directions to the place we were staying, but Katrina was supposed to be meeting me. So I didn’t want to leave incase she was here. I looked for the tram we were suppose to be meeting at and couldn’t seem to find it. Little did I know it was outside across the street. Suddenly I spotted and payphone and attempted to my a call to my traveling buddy, informing her I was about to curl up in a ball and begin my mental break down. However, I could not reach her. For some reason the payphone had a vendetta against cell phones and refused to help me out in anyway. But I refused to cry. The Italians would judge me, and possibly take advantage. I bit my lip hard, and after a half hour of attempted phone calls and no odds ever in my favor, I decided to go my last resort route and take a cab.

            I was greeted outside by a cabbie and a giant puff of cigarette smoke. He asked me if I needed a taxi and I asked him if he took credit cards. Of course with my luck he quickly responded with a no, but was kind enough to let me know, no taxis do and pointed me in the direction of an ATM. I walked around the corner and to my surprise found out the train station is incredibly larger than I had thought and I was suddenly flooded with an overwhelming sense of failure and wanted to drop all my belongings and cry for days. But again! I pressed on. Got my cash and went out to wait for a taxi. After waiting for 20 minutes, my original cigarette puffer stopped and picked me up. I told him where I needed to go, and he pulled out what I thought was the yellow pages, but was actually a map of Roma whilst driving.

            The stories you hear of the driving madness in Italy are no joke. It is the most frightening experience I’ve felt. There are no lanes and really no speed limit. Red lights are run frequently and the sounds of the famous horn, “egh egh” fill the air. Drives park their car wherever they see fit. So what you think is a parking lot, is actually just a road. I fear for my life, took a deep breath, and closed my eyes until we arrived. Nineteen Euros later I had finally made it.

            I walked up to the door of the apartment building and immediately realized I had no idea what number it was. Luckily I was greeted by an elderly Italian man with what looked like the Italian version of people magazine. He asked in Italian, I assume but don’t quote me, what I was doing there or who I was looking for. I told him Elisa, and he looked puzzled. Shit. Had I been dropped off at the wrong place? I asked him if he had a phone I could use multiple times but he disregarded my pleas and asked for more information. Which I really didn’t have. I pulled out the only thing I could think of, my phone with the email for Katrina, and showed him. He read it and with a giant, “Aha” moment, he exclaimed, “AH! Elisa!” …Yes dude… I just said that.. Whatever. He pressed the button for the apartment and a mans voice answered. Great… I’m about to get sold into sex slavery. I just know it. He asked for Elisa and the man on the intercom responded in Italian, so I had no idea what was happening. I merely prepared myself for the worst. The old man told me something in Italian and the only thing I got out of it was “quarto”. Okay… four… what??? He waved his hand, rolled his eyes, grabbed my bag and told me to follow him. He took me up to the elevator and pressed the button for floor four. (oooohh.) When he got to our floor he rang the bell and a man in his late 20s early 30s and a girl my age answered. I asked them if Katrina was staying here and they looked puzzled. Awesome. I said, “Blonde girl staying with Elisa??”.  “Ah! Si si!” they said and invited me in. The girl informed me that Katrina wasn’t there and I told her I knew she was probably still looking for me, and asked if I could use her phone. She gladly gave it to me and I called up Katrina. As I suspected she was at the train station worried sick and told me to sit tight for a half hour and she would come to the apartment so we could start our journey. So I sat and chatted with Elisa’s roommates and waited for Katrina to come and rescue me from the heinous 2 or 3 hours I had just experienced.

            I felt a bit of accomplishment and no more urges to cry. I had made it. I was alive and I was settled. And then Katrina breezed through the door and welcomed me with open arms and a much needed hug. Now it was time for our tours of Roma! … and a cappuccino.

                                                                        To be continued…

                                                                                                Cass <3

Doctor Cyst Blaster

So my doctor saved my ovaries! And all three of us are very appreciative. But he has no care for this trip I've been planning!! He says I can't fly for a week... Which cuts into my time with my love Amanda and completely rips away my trip to Positano, Napoli, and Capri. :( And I'm left leaving my traveling buddy hanging. Though everyone is telling me, "don't worry!", "get better!", "you didn't plan for this!", "better here than in Europe, amiright?!"... I still can't help but feel like crap. I know, as my doctor says, "6 weeks are better than none." But this trip was right on the tip of my tongue! I could taste it! The lemoncello, the pasta, the Italian wine, the pizza, and freakin expresso!! 

I know I know I know!!! Stop complaining you'll get to still do all that and least your safe and healthy! But I'm still a bit sad. :/ 

On top of it all I can't even spend this weekend with friends, because I need to have a follow up with my Doc here in LA. So I have an appointment with him Monday, and then I'm gonna schedule a flight from LAX to leave after that! So no time back home. I love and miss you all, and I'll see ya after my trip. Xoxo

                                Sincerely 

                                     Cass <3

   

Don't Ovary-Act... It's Just a Bit of PMS.

Amen Sister Jen!!

  So Friday came around, and I was all set to pack up my home here in Pasadena and head back to Salinas for a couple days. I had made plans to get coffee with some friends, take a couple pictures to have something to edit on the train rides, and catch up with friends who are going through some life struggles right now. Buuuuuut... my uterus had other plans...

 

This is the normal feeling I get when I'm either on or about to start my period. Like someone has punched me, stepped on me, stabbed me, and set fire to my ovaries. I'm down for the count for two days. It's so painful I have to stay in bed all day with a heating pad. Minor pain killers such as Tylenol and Alive do nothing. I almost black out when I get up to go to the restroom or get food. It's not a pretty sight. I always thought that was normal... apparently not...

  But Friday... oh Friday... that day Mother Nature had a vendetta. She was out to get me and she wasn't gonna let me off easy, not one bit! So I woke up from a deep slumber and 9am caused by the worst pain in my stomach! The upper and right side of my stomach, so naturally I assumed my appendix had blown. My mom came in to see me writhing in pain, and then DeeDee (the woman I live with) and they stood there... staring at me... probably thinking, "Hmm.. what should we do? Hospital? I should change..." And I screamed, "CAN YOU GUYS STOP STARRING AT ME AND DO SOMETHING?????" I needed to go to the hospital, and I needed to do it stat. So they called an ambulance. 

  A beautiful man walked in and asked me for my name, and held my hand. He told me he was gonna take really good care of me. If I wasn't still in agonizing pain, I'd think I had died and was talking to an angel. Then I was rolled into the ER, where I was cared for by wonderful kind nurses. I wasn't super kind, but who could blame me? It felt like a small bomb went off inside my stomach. Then they gave me morphine... ahhh morphine... she was lovely, beautiful, and made me so happy. What a gal that morphine! So they took me to get a CT scan, and found out that all the while I thought it was my appendix, this was what was really going on... 

(sorry for the profanity, but it's honestly how I felt)

  Apparently I had cysts the size of lemons on both my ovaries, and they had ruptured. Also it had looked like one of my ovaries was twisted. If that was the case, that would mean that the blood flow to that ovary was cut off and within 15 minutes that ovary would die and they would need to just remove it. 

Side note: Now I've made it perfectly clear, that I'm not someone who particularly wants to have babies. I wanna be an aunt for sure, but me have a baby? Nah I'm good. I've also made it perfectly clear that I am completely open to changing my mind about that some day. Who knows, I might meet the love of my life and think, "I need to have a million of little bits of him and me running around!". But until then, this is the way I see my future. Until they told me that they would be taking that possibilty away from me. I was overwhelmed with sadness that I may not get the chance to change my mind! As my best friend told me, "the world needs Cassie spawn!" Lets be honest, I add a little je ne sais quoi, to all y'alls life. ;) 

  Okay so back to Friday. They told me I needed minor surgery, they were gonna cut two holes in me and go in laparoscopically. First surgery, y'all! I was a wreck! I pulled myself together, and passed out and let them go to town on my uterus. Turns out I wasn't twisted, (HELL YEAH) and they cleaned out all the cyst fluid they could. Now the thing is, this isn't over. I have endometriosis  which is hereditary, (thanks mom) and I have to fight this aggresivly. So they are going to give me a birth control that is suppose to get rid of my period... (Should be interesting) But it will come back, and I will have to have this surgery again. Right now I'm fine. I can walk by myself, pee by myself, they are taking the IV out tonight and I can eat. 

  But now it's Sunday night and I'm still in the hospital and I just want to go home! I mean I'm still in LA for cryin out loud! I need to pack for my trip! If I time it right, I can still make it Wednesday and be able to see my love Amanda in NC, but if I don't get out tomorrow, I'm just going straight to Europe. I'm trying to give it up to God and let his way be my way. But I reeeeeeeeally wanna see Amanda. :/ So fingers crossed, break a wishbone, pick a clover, wish on a star or 11:11. Or maybe pray?? But I really wanna go home tomorrow. So lets have hope peeps! Thanks! :) 

                             Sincerely 

                                    Cass <3

Wish I had a TARDIS bag...

I wish my bag was like a TARDIS... And for non-whovians, I wish it was like Mary Poppins' bag. Bigger on the inside! 

Today I started lightly packing for my trip. Putting things in my suitcase that I don't need now, but will for my trip. I realized this is gonna be reeeeally really hard! Maybe even impossible!! 

As of the last month, I've been living in sweats and my work uniform. So all my clothes that I want to take are either in my dirty clothes basket or in boxes. So I can either go to the laundromat and get all my laundry done now, and be able to pack this bag more efficiently. Orrrrr I can wait till I get home and rush massive loads of laundry while simultaneously trying to see as many friends as I can before my trip, whilst stressing the WHOLE time. Hmmmm... It'll probably end up being the latter... :/ I'm such a horrible procrastinator. 

Then there is the matter of the need of a TARDIS/M. Poppins bag. I am such an over packer! But come on! How often am I going to be in Rome, London, Ireland, or Prague??? I want to look fabulous on this trip! Not like a dirty back-packer staying in hostels... (Which is precisely what I am going to be...) I want to pack sundresses for Positano and Monte Carlo, my trench and gorgeous red coat for England, boots for Ireland, a different cocktail dress and pair of heels for every night we go out to bars and clubs, and multiple scarves for Amsterdam! And I don't even know what I should wear in Switzerland and Germany!! 

When I went to New York for 10 days, I checked two suitcases (one was FREAKIN GYNORMOUS) and a carry-on. TEN DAYS Y'ALL! I'm about embark on a trip for 49 days and I need to pack less than my New York trip... Like I said... Impossible. 

I'm sure I'll manage it, but right now, I cannot fathom it. 

These Are My Confessions...

So I must confess, this post today isn't entirely about my travel. Today was such a mix of emotions, so I felt like a facebook status was just not going to be enough. Here are all the emotions I felt today

Excitement & Anticipation
Today was the kick off for Brit Week in Santa Monica on the 3rd Street Promenade, where I work! Which made me suuuuper excited because I'm leaving for my trip in 2 weeks! I'll be in Rome so soon from now, and I can't believe how quickly it snuck up on me! I pretty much know what I'm taking, and because I'm staying in places that will have a washing machine I know not to pack a ton of clothes. It's the shoes and nightlife outfits that are gonna sneak their way into my suitcase and cause me to pay an extra weight fee at the airport. But if I leave them behind they'll think I don't love them anymore... :( I don't think it really has hit me yet that this is gonna happen fast. That before I know it... I'm going to be at that airport, showing the TSA my disgustingly, embarrassing passport picture. Hoping he won't wonder if the girl in the braces is actually me or not. That in just a few short days, I'm going to be sipping lemoncello, dinning on the best pasta in the world, with the lovely Katrina, and watching a beautiful Positano sunset. Ahhh! I can't wait!

Sadness & Despair
Leaving on this trip has made me hit a reality that I am going to have no money for a while. Which means I have to leave a job that I have completely fallen in love with, for good! (because I'll be getting a new one back home for a while) For those of you that don't know I currently work at Victoria's Secret on the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica. And I love it! I love how busy it gets in there, and how full of foreigners it is, all. the. time!  I absolutely love all the girls I work with! Thais my little, beautiful Brazilian! Who calls me crazy all the time! Teresa, the sweetest Spaniard I'll probably ever meet! She has helped me become so confident in the fitting rooms, I'm not quite sure how to repay her. Olga, so feisty! She always makes me laugh! Angela Brown... Gurrrrrrrrrl!! I always feel so ghetto fabulous when I hang with her, and I'm gonna miss sitting in traffic with her, carpooling to work! She easily became a bestie. Xochilt, who made me say "rachet" and ya know... I think I'm a better person for it. Kaylynn, "EVERYTHING'S WRONG!" Closing with him took forever, but it was so hilarious! And to name a few others, Sharron, Taylor, Betsy, Natasha, Summer, Monsea and any others I've worked with and shared a laugh or two... or six. I'm gonna miss those ladies like crazy. They've made this the best working experience I think'll ever have. Not to mention the best management crew fo sho! Alexis, my direct manager, I love her singing whenever we closed, whenever I hear "Buy U A Drank" I will think fondly of her! Dianna, I love her dirty mind and semi-awkwardness. Anytime I see a hot guy, I will immediately  be reminded of her running and hiding behind me because she was blushing so much! Erin, she'll probably never read this... but I heart her. she was an amazing boss and co-worker. I will miss her mucho! Anna, April, and Ashley, they all have been incredible! Their work ethic has been inspiring! I am now a better employee because of every single one of my managers! I will miss dearly, working for them. (Don't you all just wanna tear up???)

Shock & Awe!
So I love working in Santa Monica for a few reasons, one of which it being a hot spot for celebrities! So far I've let Cindy Crawford and her daughter into a fitting room, and asked William Baldwin if he was finding everything ok!

But today!!! I showed this little lady 



Yes... Diane FREAKIN Keaton and her daughter
where the Very Sexy bra was! I am going to miss
the amazing sightings and the hilarious "OMG! That
is, blah blah blah!!!" over the mics! No one else 
knows what the heck we're laughing or getting all excited
about, so they just stare at us. Hilarious.

Stress & Confusion

Since I'm going home for a couple days (3 days to be exact) I want to see more people that I love! But It's going to be so difficult! Because there are so many people I love and wanna see before I go on this adventure of mine, but so little time! I need to make a schedule and not deviate from it. Luckily most of the people I wanna see go to church so I can see so many just in that little pocket of time. But it's quite stressful to try and get people who I wanna see for more than 2 minutes all figured out. Especially since this is crunch time for some people and their schoolin. I hope to see and be able to spend a valuable amount of time with all my lovelies. 

and lastly...

Irritation

I chipped some of the glue on my permanent bottom retainer on a chicken tender (wtf?) and now it's rubbin on my tongue. Frickin A...

Welp... Hoped you enjoyed this emotional rollercoaster and you didn't fall asleep, cause CRIKEY! It's a long one! ;)

Sincerely 

       Cass <3

Bucket List Sponsorship..... (That Almost Rhymed..)

Dearest Friends, family, friends of family, and complete strangers!

   I'm about to embark on a great adventure and I want you to be a part of it! :) I'm heading off to Europe and I truly believe this is my defining moment. This will be the moment when I find myself and really understand the woman I am to be. God has blessed me with this opportunity; however I'm in need of a bit of pocket change, or cash... So here's how I would love for you to come along on this journey with me.
   
I'm inviting you to live vicariously through me and sponsor me through a bucket list! I would love for you to send me a task to do in Europe and contribute anything you can. I will post a picture of it on my blog and send you a personalized post card with a little story of my experience. Perhaps helping me accomplish this will ignite a fire in you to go out and accomplish your own bucket list!
  
 For example, send me a message via Facebook or blog with a task such as: "Kiss the Blarney Stone at Blarney Castle and I'll send you $5 for it." You can send me the money before or after I achieve this task, whatever you prefer. You can send it to me via PayPal to this email sxycrzykitty@aol.com (don't judge me its old) or mail it to this address 17667 Pond Derosa Ln, Prunedale, CA 93907, and my mom will put it in my account.  NOTE: I’m not a huge fan of extreme things… So please don’t even think of giving me the task to bungee jump or anything like that.

   Also I would totally appreciate a sponsorship in the form of prayer and good thoughts! If you have any questions, contact me on a Facebook message. So PLEASE go on this trip with me and help support "My Moment"! And thank you for the love!
                                                              Sincerely
                                                                   Cass <3