<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:56:04.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassy's Top Secret</title><subtitle type='html'>I think I need another cup of coffee...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-5614725869836373783</id><published>2007-10-13T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:39:35.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am done with renovating...</title><content type='html'>I have moved.  I know it can be annoying when someone does this, but I really wanted a change, and I am really liking it so far. My new blog is now up and running. Come and see me at &lt;a href="http://cbredeson.wordpress.com"&gt;Wordpress.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-5614725869836373783?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5614725869836373783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=5614725869836373783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5614725869836373783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5614725869836373783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-done-with-renovating.html' title='I am done with renovating...'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-4836665533402419753</id><published>2007-10-08T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T08:49:59.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turbo - hymn</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I lead worship at church. Who knew I could sing the hymn "Let all things now living" in just one breath? Oh man, it was fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also thanksgiving dinner at my moms house. As usual, mom cooked way too much food for the 11 people who were coming. And then it ended up being only 6. Oops. So we ate, and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to bed later than usual, and yet I couldnt sleep in later than 8. I woke up at 7 (a normal weekday time) and almost got up then! So now, I am blogging and trying to be quiet so as not to wake my still sleeping husband who will wake up at the sound of ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have no plans today, and no work, and that feels really good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-4836665533402419753?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4836665533402419753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=4836665533402419753&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4836665533402419753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4836665533402419753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/10/turbo-hymn.html' title='Turbo - hymn'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-3024830946039829490</id><published>2007-10-06T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T15:53:07.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good year</title><content type='html'>I think I have a lot to be thankful for this year, I have a job that I love, a husband whom I love, and friends who call me and make me think they are at my house when they are really in Calgary. I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am MOST thankful for this weekend, though, has nothing to do with any of that. I am most thankful that I can be happy today. Because last year at this time, I was not happy. I was struggling with a bout of depression that I hid from everyone excet those closest to me. It lasted about 6 months before I sought help for it. I was tired of coming home, feeling hopeless, alone, and sad for no reason. I was tired of spending my evenings with my head in John-Mark's lap, crying into an ever-shrinking roll of toilet paper for no reason, and being unable to go out and have a good time. So I got help. Its been ten months since I started taking anti-depressants to treat a chemical imbalance in my brain. And today, I took my last pill. And I feel normal. And I have decided, on this very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; day, that I would share my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy (for me, at least) to come out and tell people about this. I have always felt as though people knew me as the one who was always joyful and laughing. And I was ashamed that I wasnt like that, for a time, and afraid that people would look at me differently because of it. I think it is interesting how society, and many Christians view depression as something that is the person's fault. They are crazy, or they arent trusting God enough, or they mustnt really know God if they are feeling that way, when, in reality, it can be, and often is a physical issue. My body just was unable to control the amount of hormones it produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I have no more secrets. It has been a crazy year, and I feel as though I have learned and grown a lot through it. And I have cerainly learned that I cant always rely on myself. Hopefully, God will use my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-3024830946039829490?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3024830946039829490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=3024830946039829490&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/3024830946039829490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/3024830946039829490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-year_06.html' title='A good year'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-8159793468866921061</id><published>2007-10-03T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:34:54.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am renovating.</title><content type='html'>... and any suggestions are welcome. I am not sure how I feel about this so far, but it is nice to have a change once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-8159793468866921061?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8159793468866921061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8159793468866921061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-renovating.html' title='I am renovating.'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-8137481704957493933</id><published>2007-10-02T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T06:52:02.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love October 1st!</title><content type='html'>So, for the past few weeks, it has gotten increasingly colder in our house. And our heat hasnt worked - I am assuming that is because our landlords turned it off for the summer. Yesterday morning, I looked, and it was 15 degrees inside. No wonder we would come home/ get out of bed and bundle up! Anyways, we tried the heat again last night, and... it works! I love October 1st! Except then I slept with too many blankets, and I got hot. But whatever. I will not freeze when I get out of the shower this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-8137481704957493933?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8137481704957493933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=8137481704957493933&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8137481704957493933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8137481704957493933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-october-1st.html' title='I love October 1st!'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-3409364301515709654</id><published>2007-09-26T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:15:14.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Interesting Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Interesting things that have happened to me lately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, that’s not true. I just have to fish them stories out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I dropped my coffee all over      the parking lot at work yesterday morning. It was the worst moment of my      life, I think. I was having an awful morning, and I stopped for a special      coffee to make myself feel better. And then I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t even get a      single sip before it dumped all over the ground. I had to fight back the      tears for the next our or so. This is the only circumstance in which      starting the day with prayer as a staff is not a fantastic idea. But, I      made it through, and John-Mark came to pick me up at work with a mocha he      had made himself with our espresso machine and some powdered hot chocolate      mix. It was sweet. Literally and figuratively. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Aviator. This is the movie      that John-Mark and I started watching on Sunday. We saw a bit more on      Tuesday, and some more on Wednesday. We are still not finished. Not for lack      of interest, because it is a pretty good movie, and interesting, but      things have just been interrupting, and stuff like that. Its like the      unending movie. If you see this movie, try to see it all at once. We went      to bed right after an “intense” part – according to J-M  (boring      according to me, but what do I know) and then he was all wound up and      squirmy because of it and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t sleep. So if you watch a movie      before bed, finish it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cinnamon buns. I have found the      most fantastic recipe ever. So I spent a total of 4.5 hours yesterday making      2 batches. I gave 6 away to a co-worker who just had a baby – we put      a basket together for her. The rest will either get eaten or frozen. So if      you are craving cinnamon buns, don’t buy one – come over and I      will give you one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="" start="4" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;John-Mark and I both got new      glasses a couple of weeks ago. We found out that he kept getting headaches      from his old ones because the lenses were out in backwards all along. Doy.      Anyways, our new glasses are pretty snazzy. I went to silver frames –      with thicker arms that kind of look upside down. The ear pieces are bright      blue. I love them. John-Mark’s glasses are the kind where the bottom      has an invisible frame. They are brown, and they look fantastic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So there you have it. 4 interesting stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;…and I really do want to blog more, time just goes so fast sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-3409364301515709654?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3409364301515709654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=3409364301515709654&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/3409364301515709654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/3409364301515709654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/09/4-interesting-stories.html' title='4 Interesting Stories'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-4299820839988163454</id><published>2007-09-15T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:20:11.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mechanic.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, something happened to Wilfred. He got a GIANT screw/ bolt stuck in his left rear tire. It happened on my way to work. Luckily, it held air until I got home later that day, and then... I changed his tire! I had never done this before, but John-Mark assured me that this is a valuable skill to have, so he taught me how to do it. And I did it. Check ME out. Maybe I should be a mechanic for a living.... ok, maybe not. Anyways, we are taking the tire in this morning, to see if it can be fixed, or if we have to buy a couple of new tires.  I am personally hoping for the former, but only because I hadnt wanted to spend more money on him. Oh well, we will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-4299820839988163454?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4299820839988163454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=4299820839988163454&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4299820839988163454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4299820839988163454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/09/mechanic.html' title='Mechanic.'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-194371019422385663</id><published>2007-09-10T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:40:54.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today at Dinner...</title><content type='html'>Today at dinner, my husband spilled milk on the table. Then, he took a penne noodle, licked off the sauce, and used it as a straw to suck up the spilled milk. He ate the noodle, leaned back, and said "All Clean!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - we watched the movie RV the other night, and it was pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-194371019422385663?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/194371019422385663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=194371019422385663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/194371019422385663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/194371019422385663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-at-dinner.html' title='Today at Dinner...'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-8334299168188446359</id><published>2007-09-01T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T22:17:14.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am married!?</title><content type='html'>.I have to admit, it is kind of nice only having one job and not planing a wedding... I have... SPARE TIME!? What is that? I come home from work, and we make dinner, eat dinner and do the dishes, and then, well, I can do whatever. For the most part, at least. I picked up my long forgotten crochet project, checked a couple of Margaret Atwood books out of the library, and have even watched a couple of movies. It is more than kind of nice. Its really nice actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been having fun with our new assortment of kitchen goodies and appliances. For instance, we had heart-shaped waffles (like grandma used to make) this morning, and we made our own lattes this evening (which were pretty good, especially for a first attempt.) Next week: ice cream maker? Who knows. I might just go kitchen crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else exciting happened to me this week: our landlord came downstairs the other day with a plate full of samosas for us! And they were FANTASTIC! Likely the best samosas I have ever eaten. If you would like one, there is one left in the fridge. First come, first serve, though, just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is time to end this random ramble of married life, and go to bed... I am SLEEEEEPY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-8334299168188446359?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8334299168188446359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=8334299168188446359&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8334299168188446359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8334299168188446359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-married.html' title='I am married!?'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-388001702281655497</id><published>2007-08-12T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:26:08.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hosed by Telus</title><content type='html'>We got hosed by a Telus salesman named Stacey.&lt;br /&gt;Long story short.... we were there for an hour and a half, and we walked out paying more than we wanted to for a plan that we didnt want....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... we do have a free fancy, shiny phone though....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-388001702281655497?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/388001702281655497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=388001702281655497&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/388001702281655497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/388001702281655497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/08/hosed-by-telus.html' title='Hosed by Telus'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-5011741127602157087</id><published>2007-07-23T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T16:53:57.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advise</title><content type='html'>Jen and Colin got married this weekend! I had to throw that in, cause they just got married, and I am not posting about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story I am about to tell happened after the wedding. A bunch of us (like 12) decided to go for coffee at Ethical Addictions. So, we were having coffee, and then I had to use the bathroom. So I did. When I was done, I came out of the bathroom, and spoke to friend who was going into the bathroom. Then, I turned around to put the key away on the counter, and all of a sudden, I hear "Cassy!". I turn around, and there are 3 people staring and pointing at me. I dont understand what the big deal is, until I reach back to smooth my skirt, only to find that it is tucked into my RED underwear. How embarassing. Of course, everyone laughed their faces off (including me) and we were so loud that Im sure the whole place knew exactly what was going on. So my advise to you is  if you wear a skirt, and you have to pee, make sure you are very careful when leaving the privacy of the bathroom stall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-5011741127602157087?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5011741127602157087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=5011741127602157087&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5011741127602157087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5011741127602157087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/07/advise.html' title='Advise'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-5279304019654374402</id><published>2007-07-13T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:41:49.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Celia.</title><content type='html'>Celia said I have to post, and that I have some things to say. Im not 100% sure what she is referring to, but I can tell you that I am super excited that I dont have to work today. Thats right. Theres a bunch of people at the office right now wearing nice clothes (well, jeans, it IS Friday) and working, and here I am, sitting on my couch wearing pjs and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at work have been interesting lately. Bryana, who does our broadcast editing and production is leaving in 1 week, so we had been looking for someone to replace her. As it turns out, one of the LSRs (Listner Service Representatives) is moving upstairs to take over Bry's work, and instead of trying to find a new LSR very fast, we've decided that I would move downstairs and become an LSR. This is good for me for a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. I was covering a maternity leave, and the lady I was covering for is likely to return to work in May. Now, I am still covering another mat leave, but she is less likely to return to work, so I am more likely to have a more permanent job.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm pretty sure that everyone knew that I was bored upstairs; there wasn't enough work to warrant a full-time position. Now I will be busy and will feel like I am at least contributing something.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have been learning some of the bookkeeping, and I will continue to do that. My new position will help me to see more of that side of the ministry as well. Also, I will be physically closer to the guy who I am learning bookkeeping from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I officially move out of my office on Monday, and one of the other girls will move in, and take over some of the stuff I was doing before. I think I will be happier downstairs, I hate being bored at work, and this way, I am not shoved into an office all by myself. There is much more opportunity to work more directly with people and to be social. AND I get to use the folding and envelope-sealing machines. Fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celia, I hope this is what you were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! AND John-Mark comes home in a week! Woohoo! We havent seen each other since April!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-5279304019654374402?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5279304019654374402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=5279304019654374402&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5279304019654374402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5279304019654374402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-celia.html' title='Yes, Celia.'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-2631766295676672130</id><published>2007-07-02T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:05:05.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Sunday evening</title><content type='html'>Every Sunday evening since I started to work at IFL has been the same. I go to bed at my usual 10 o'clock bedtime (I wake up at 6), and find myself completely unable to sleep. Take tonight, for instance. (I know its Monday.... but I had today off, so it it still the same) It is almost 11, and I know that I am going to be tired tomorrow, because I wont get a full nights sleep, and yet, here I am.... forcing myself to drink tea so that I will get sleepy and go to bed. I am fairly certain that the reason for this is that I am able to sleep in on the weekend (all the way until 9 this morning), and then I am not as tired at 10 on Sunday evening. Its a curse. What am I supposed to do? Not sleep in? Certainly not! Oh well, I suppose that is what coffee will be for tomorrow..... if I can get any of that stuff at work they call coffee down. Oh man, I AM a coffee snob!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-2631766295676672130?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2631766295676672130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=2631766295676672130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/2631766295676672130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/2631766295676672130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/07/every-sunday-evening.html' title='Every Sunday evening'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-2206811297492499348</id><published>2007-06-26T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:12:11.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting, counting.....</title><content type='html'>53 Sleeps until my wedding!&lt;br /&gt;24 Sleeps until John-Mark comes back!&lt;br /&gt;18 sleeps until I never have to be a creepy church custodian again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-2206811297492499348?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2206811297492499348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=2206811297492499348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/2206811297492499348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/2206811297492499348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/06/counting-counting.html' title='Counting, counting.....'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-2150974784132928829</id><published>2007-06-19T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T07:01:13.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I posting right now?</title><content type='html'>Why am I posting right now? Well, I think the main reason is that its 6:54am, and I am avoiding getting dresed, because I am very comfy here in my PJs under a blanket drinking coffee. Even if itd kind of bad coffee. So I have to leave for work in 25 minutes. Whatever. I'll get there. I even know what I am going to wear already, which is the biggest decision for me when I am groggy. I try to avoid looking like I got dressed in my sleep. Even if thats the truth.&lt;br /&gt;    Yesterday I got out of bed and had a shower right away. I dont think I have ever had a shower first thing like that. In highschool I would watch the weather channel for 20 minutes every morning, and nowadays, I goof around on the computer for a while. When I was away at school, lets face it, I didnt shower much. And when I did, it was in the afternoon. Usually during workduties... &lt;br /&gt;    Okay, time to get ready for work.... I suppose I should look half presentable....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-2150974784132928829?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2150974784132928829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=2150974784132928829&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/2150974784132928829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/2150974784132928829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-am-i-posting-right-now.html' title='Why am I posting right now?'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-4174151123635085723</id><published>2007-06-08T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T09:55:59.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you hear the one about the blonde and the helium balloons?</title><content type='html'>Okay, here is a story that once again proves that I am completely entitled to my naturally blonde hair:&lt;br /&gt;Picture a beautiful Saturday in June. Beautiful and sunny, and very warm... like, 27 I think. I am at Camp Luther, volunteering at the Walk-Bike-Canoe-a-thon. My job is to sit in the middle of nowhere with a sign, some water, a clipboard, and some helium balloons, and to mark down people's time when the ride/run by me. So, just before the a-thon starts, I load up my car with all the necessary supplies: water, the sign, a chair, a blanket, a good book, balloons, and I am good to go. I drive to my spot in the middle of nowhere, and set up camp. I stop and take a quick glance at my new hangout, and I realise that there is something missing. My beautiful yellow balloons! So, I go to my car to retreive them. BUT, they are gone! I can't believe it! I havent left my car at all since I loaded up... who could have taken my balloons? Frusterated, I sit down and start to read my book. Then, all of a sudden, it dawns on me. I can't believe it. When I got into my car to drive to my station, I was so warm that, naturally, I opened my sunroof! Oops, shouldn't have done that! The balloons had flown out of my roof as I drove, and I didnt even notice! (Or think before I opened a hole in my roof while transporting gravity-defying items) Silly Cassy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-4174151123635085723?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4174151123635085723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=4174151123635085723&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4174151123635085723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4174151123635085723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/06/did-you-hear-one-about-blonde-and.html' title='Did you hear the one about the blonde and the helium balloons?'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-2501003650697675352</id><published>2007-06-04T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:58:47.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, one of the girls at work brought in a basket of treats for the staff as a thank you for the baby shower we threw her. Included in the basket was some Ghiradelli hot chocolate mix. Sounds good. Sounds really good. Unfortunately, from my experience, it has proven to be the sickest hot chocolate ever. First, I followed directions, and put 4 scoops into my mug. I found that that was like drinking warm, sweet mud. This morning, I decided to try it again, putting only 3 conservative scoops into my cup. Still sick. I left it at my desk over lunch, and when I went to pour it out, there was a thick, brown sludge on the bottom of my cup still. So, I have concluded that if I keep putting less and less of the mix into my cup, I will eventually find the perfect blend, and will be able to thoroughly enjoy the most amazing cup of hot chocolate ever created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…unfortunately, 2 scoops didn’t work out so well either. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…maybe I just lack sufficient class to enjoy such a beverage. Maybe I should just go back to the good old fashioned cup of coffee. Yeah. That’s a great idea. Coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-2501003650697675352?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2501003650697675352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=2501003650697675352&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/2501003650697675352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/2501003650697675352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-class.html' title='No class.'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-5457794584069819332</id><published>2007-05-11T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:25:04.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzz.........zzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>I feel as though I have a lot to blog about, but at the same time, I dont know wld write abhat to write.&lt;br /&gt;I could write about my new job, it is going well, I think. There is / has been a lot to learn, but I am learning!&lt;br /&gt;I could write about my crazy neighbour who mows the lawn at ten at night... in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;I could write about my insane 55 hour work week (58.5 if you count unpaid lunches and my tutoring gig)&lt;br /&gt;I could write about my new little sister who I met on Tuesday. I get to hang out with her every week. How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;I could write about how its nine thirty on a friday night, and I am already thinking about going to bed....&lt;br /&gt;I could write......&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzz..........zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-5457794584069819332?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5457794584069819332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=5457794584069819332&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5457794584069819332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5457794584069819332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/05/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='zzzzzzzzz.........zzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-4464432581863768331</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:24:12.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mi Gato! Mi Mayo is Sinking!!</title><content type='html'>I would like to take this opportunity to wish everyone a Happy Cinco de Mayo. In case you weren't aware, this is an opportunity to celebrate and be thankful for the seemingly unending supply of Mayonnaise we have in North America. This was not always so. Please take a moment today and remember all the mayonnaise that was lost on the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RjzJyOiyudI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FMw_vP1hpAg/s1600-h/mayo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RjzJyOiyudI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FMw_vP1hpAg/s400/mayo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061141945992264146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-4464432581863768331?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4464432581863768331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=4464432581863768331&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4464432581863768331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4464432581863768331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-mi-gato-mi-mayo-is-sinking.html' title='Oh Mi Gato! Mi Mayo is Sinking!!'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RjzJyOiyudI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FMw_vP1hpAg/s72-c/mayo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-8103426771045277569</id><published>2007-04-29T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:17:02.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done.</title><content type='html'>I am done two things&lt;br /&gt;1. I am done at ABC. Mostly. I am making a guest appearance on Mother's Day, but aside from that, I am done.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am done the wedding inviatations. Mostly. I just have to mail the American ones. And the norwegian one, but aside from that, I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for me! Just in time to start my new job. Tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-8103426771045277569?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8103426771045277569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=8103426771045277569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8103426771045277569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8103426771045277569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/04/done.html' title='Done.'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-9107633094373254231</id><published>2007-04-25T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:21:05.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you.....</title><content type='html'>I met a one day old baby named Graysen today. I sure hope her parents keep her far, far away from hashbrowns and ketchup-soaked buns. And marbles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-9107633094373254231?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/9107633094373254231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=9107633094373254231&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/9107633094373254231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/9107633094373254231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-met-one-day-old-baby-named-graysen.html' title='This is for you.....'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-1840555688541658973</id><published>2007-04-24T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:42:43.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really dont like mini golf.</title><content type='html'>I would like to share a bit about the weekend I had. It was exactly the definition of bittersweet, I think. I booked Saturday off work, and I spent three excellent days with John-Mark completely uninterrupted by work or school. We moved all of his things to my place, scrubbed down his old place, discovered a new park to go for walks in, we shopped for and bought our wedding bands, went for a nice dinner, bought some interesting clearance books, changed our wiper blades, checked our tire pressure, changed the oil and the engine coolant in the van, and just hung out. It was excellent. The bitter part came on Monday morning, because John-Mark drove home to Alberta until the end-ish of July. I have been feeling pretty alone here all by myself, but I have certainly been blessed with good phone calls from good friends and a very enjoyable time with the girls this evening. On Monday I begin my new job, which also means working 55 hours a week between that and the church. 56 if you count that I will also be tutoring a 4th grade boy starting next week. But my weekends will be free, so if you need someone to hang out with..... I am a little lonely and desperate. I may even feel like mini golf. But maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-1840555688541658973?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1840555688541658973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=1840555688541658973&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/1840555688541658973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/1840555688541658973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-really-dont-like-mini-golf.html' title='I really dont like mini golf.'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-3008993553100121387</id><published>2007-04-22T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:30:42.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>Well, the 2007 Roll Up The Rim season is pretty much over... this year, I finished with a dissapointing 0 for 17. That brings my two year total to 0 for 50. Tim Hortons owes me a car. Or a TV or $1000. Heck, Id even take an ipod. A doughnut? Coffee? Something? Oh. Theres always next year, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-3008993553100121387?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3008993553100121387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=3008993553100121387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/3008993553100121387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/3008993553100121387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/04/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-5541770767355420253</id><published>2007-04-16T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:43:32.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Woman.</title><content type='html'>I have a new job! Its pretty much the most perfect job I could ever ask for. In two weeks, I will start work for Insight For Living Ministries here in Abbotsford. I will be their bookkeeper, as well as a listener services person (answering phones, essentially) I dont have any formal training or experience as a bookkeeper, so I have to learn, but I am very excited to do so. Also, this place is an 8 minute drive from my new place, and its a salaried position, complete with a very nice benefits package and 2 weeks of vacation. Plus one day off for my birthday. Woohoo. I am very happy, as this is an ideal job for me, and because this is something that will work very well for us once we are married, with John-Mark being a student and all. How exciting. Oh, and it also means that I will ALWAYS have weekends off, which will be so nice! Oh, I am just beside myself, so I am going to end this post before it becomes too much of a ramble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-5541770767355420253?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5541770767355420253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=5541770767355420253&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5541770767355420253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5541770767355420253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/04/career-woman.html' title='Career Woman.'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-5309704152887863870</id><published>2007-04-11T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:44:34.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the self checkout</title><content type='html'>Last year, the Mission Superstore was renovated and an addition was built. In doing this they also added a thing that I had only seen once before, in an american Wal-Mart. What did they add? Self checkouts. Thats right. The very things that Troy and I had tried to use one day at that Wal-Mart. The time we had to call for assistance three times between the two of us. The time we swore we would never use self checkouts again. Well, now that I live in Abbotsford, I generally shop at the Abbotsford Superstore, and I realised today, while waiting in line to purchase 4 items, that I really, really miss the self checkouts in mission. Because I have used them. On numerous occasions. And I like them. I think Abbotsford should get some.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, Troy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-5309704152887863870?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5309704152887863870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=5309704152887863870&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5309704152887863870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5309704152887863870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/04/ode-to-self-checkout.html' title='Ode to the self checkout'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-6260507165355914202</id><published>2007-04-09T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:09:34.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How embarassing for myself!</title><content type='html'>"Are they sore from turning the wheel while trying to park Wilfred? From pouring water? Lifting those buffet trays? Doing intensive origami? The Tae-bo 8 minute workout? Trying to pull open a door that said push? I want to know! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the list of guesses that Ashley guessed about why my arms were sore for 4 while days. I think theya re pretty good guesses, but they are all incorrect. I didnt want to say why my arms were sore because it is very embarassing. But, I suppose I will tell you. Its all about a good story, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I was, Tuesday night, all alone in my new house. I was bored. I was thinking too mauch about my wedding, and I decided that it would be a really good idea to getmy arms in better shape for my wedding dress. So what did I do? Pushups. I dont how many I did, but it was obviously too many. Oh yeah, and they were girl pushups. So, I was feeling kind of proud of myself, and I eventually went to bed. When I woke up the next morning, I realised my mistake: I am obviously not meant for any sort of physical exertion. I could hardly move my arms. It hurt to wash my hair in the shower. It hurt to get dressed. I was unable to hang my purse on my shoulder; I couldnt reach up that high. This went on until Saturday. It was really bad, and then all of a sudden, I woke up and felt fine. Bizarre. I dont know if my muscles suddenly came out of shock, or if it was the not-legal-for-sale-in-Canada drugs that John-Mark gave me. (Aleve... from America... dont worry... no narcotics or anything) I have since decided that my arms will look fine in my dress. No more pushups required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it, Ashley, I hope you are satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-6260507165355914202?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6260507165355914202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=6260507165355914202&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6260507165355914202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6260507165355914202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-embarassing-for-myself.html' title='How embarassing for myself!'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-4826680391584794789</id><published>2007-04-07T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T19:29:33.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Today I made myself a really sick chicken salad forr dinner. I dont know how one makes such a yucky SALAD, but I somehow managed it. The worst part is that I am full. Of sick salad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-4826680391584794789?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4826680391584794789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=4826680391584794789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4826680391584794789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4826680391584794789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/04/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-8217058070067188002</id><published>2007-04-03T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:24:13.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am all moved in! Well... except for my second bedroom, which I will omit from this post because all I have in there right now is a set of wire cubes and some boxes. When John-Mark goes home for the summer, his desk and bed will go in there. But, for now, I will share pictures of therest of my place, bacause I know you are as eager to see them as I am to share them. Right? Humour me, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleas excuse my unorthodox picture-placing. Its hard, ok? These first three pictures are of my living room/ dining room/ kitchen. They are all open and kind of connected. The next three are of my bedroom... ( I have a new big girl bed ), and the last two are my bathroom. John-Mark said that if Ihad to have one room with a lime green theme, it could be the bathroom. I am okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMoV6yuA6I/AAAAAAAAACU/avz0ad9Wjpc/s1600-h/house+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMoV6yuA6I/AAAAAAAAACU/avz0ad9Wjpc/s200/house+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049423964236809122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMoWKyuA7I/AAAAAAAAACc/715rkP42BVc/s1600-h/house+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMoWKyuA7I/AAAAAAAAACc/715rkP42BVc/s200/house+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049423968531776434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMoVayuA5I/AAAAAAAAACM/zfbdd_k8zac/s1600-h/house+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMoVayuA5I/AAAAAAAAACM/zfbdd_k8zac/s200/house+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049423955646874514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMqUayuA9I/AAAAAAAAACs/fq4oQyCJPME/s1600-h/house+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMqUayuA9I/AAAAAAAAACs/fq4oQyCJPME/s200/house+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049426137490260946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMp96yuA8I/AAAAAAAAACk/fY75G8Fzj4A/s1600-h/house+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMp96yuA8I/AAAAAAAAACk/fY75G8Fzj4A/s200/house+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049425750943204290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMn3qyuA2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XSD9ls_WXAw/s1600-h/house+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMn3qyuA2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XSD9ls_WXAw/s200/house+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049423444545766242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMn3ayuA1I/AAAAAAAAABs/djj7wkVznXs/s1600-h/house+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMn3ayuA1I/AAAAAAAAABs/djj7wkVznXs/s200/house+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049423440250798930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMn26yuA0I/AAAAAAAAABk/YzyhY3iIqFw/s1600-h/house+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMn26yuA0I/AAAAAAAAABk/YzyhY3iIqFw/s200/house+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049423431660864322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-8217058070067188002?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8217058070067188002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=8217058070067188002&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8217058070067188002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8217058070067188002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-all-moved-in-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RhMoV6yuA6I/AAAAAAAAACU/avz0ad9Wjpc/s72-c/house+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-5089673465567853139</id><published>2007-03-31T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T08:25:04.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I inhereted from the guy who used to live in my new place:</title><content type='html'>1. A mop and a bucket&lt;br /&gt;2. Three partially used boxes of kleenex&lt;br /&gt;3. A bag of old newspapers&lt;br /&gt;4. A strange, soap/shampoo/conditioner dispenser for in the shower&lt;br /&gt;5. An unopened bottle of iced tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on a side note... I found out that I have central vac. Excellent! I also found out that the power head that I get to use is the same one found on the church's old vacumn. The one that haunted me and broke eight hundred times.... Drats! At least I know how to fix it if it ever breaks.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-5089673465567853139?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5089673465567853139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=5089673465567853139&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5089673465567853139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5089673465567853139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-i-inhereted-from-guy-who-used-to.html' title='Things I inhereted from the guy who used to live in my new place:'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-545085683508591050</id><published>2007-03-27T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:24:59.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to hit the road</title><content type='html'>Well, I am officially living out of a suitcase in my own home. You might find this confusing. I find it strange. And exciting. I have put the things that I will need for the next few days in a suitcase, and am now in the process of packing up the rest of my stuff. Soon, I will have my own house! That means that if you are ever in Abbotsford, you have to come and visit me. Okay? Okay. I was a little concerned a couple weeks ago, because I had nothing to sit on or at, and very little kitchen supplies, towels, etc... but in the past week, I have received two dressers and a table and chairs from a couple of ladies I work with, John-Mark bought us a futon for only $16, and I had a surprise bridal shower at work on Sunday, which was a huge blessing and great timing! So now I have places for my clothes to go in, for my butt to sit on, and some things for my house that will really help! How exciting. I cannot wait to set everything up... and I am so excited for my new bathroom.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-545085683508591050?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/545085683508591050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=545085683508591050&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/545085683508591050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/545085683508591050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-to-hit-road.html' title='Time to hit the road'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-2498387641613632581</id><published>2007-03-21T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:29:00.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well</title><content type='html'>Ive tried to post about an embarassing story twice now, but the computer has&lt;br /&gt;1. Shut itself down,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;2. Hates me and deleted my entire story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ill post it later. But its a gooder.... worth typing out a third time... tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-2498387641613632581?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2498387641613632581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=2498387641613632581&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/2498387641613632581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/2498387641613632581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-well.html' title='Oh well'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-3408390728659297568</id><published>2007-03-21T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:59:57.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found my lost post!</title><content type='html'>The other day I was in Abbotsford, looking to buy new work shoes. The plan was for me to pick John-Mark up at work, and then we would hang out. Somehow, I arrived at his work 20 minutes before the end of his shift. Great. So I thought to myself "Ill be an amazing person and bring him ice cream." (keeping in mind that my fiancee eats large quantities of ice cream on a daily basis). Immediately after this thought, I thought, "where the heck am I?" You see, I knew how to get to and from John-Mark's work, but I really had no idea where it was in relation to the rest of the world. I figured it wouldnt be hard to find somewhere that had ice cream.... a gas station, DQ, something! So, following my instincts, and my natural good sense of direction, I turned left, and hoped to find something soon. I ended up driving down a long twisty road. Ten minutes later, I thought that Id better turn around, because I obviously was not getting anywhere. Then, I saw something I recognised. It was Castle Fun Park! I knew there was a Mc Donalds not too far off, and so I went for it: the drive through. I drove up, and past the menu, and all of a sudden, I was almost at the window! I missed the box that talks to you. Oops. So, I put Wilfred into reverse, and kept my eyes peeled. No box. Weird. Then, I see a sign. On the window. A sign I wished Id seen 30 seconds earlier. Please Order and Pay at Window. Oh. Great. So, I pull up to the window, and theres this guy there, and hes trying not to laugh at me. I tried to explain myself, but that didnt work, so I just quickly ordered a Cadbury Creme Egg McFlurry, and gave him my money. Then, he closed the window. I dont know what was wrong with me then. Obviously theres another window on the other side of the building. But I sit there for a second, because I was confused, and I wanted the ice cream I just paid for. Then the guy opens the window, and tells me to drive forward to pick up the ice cream. "uhh... yeah... ,of course...... uh...." I say. What a dork I am. Oh well. So I got the ice cream and drove down the twisty road again and arrived just as my ice cream loving man got off work. At least he appreciated it. Apparantly he was just thinking that an ice cream would be nice. Shocker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-3408390728659297568?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3408390728659297568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=3408390728659297568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/3408390728659297568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/3408390728659297568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-found-my-lost-post.html' title='I found my lost post!'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-4211249904828435750</id><published>2007-03-19T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:50:02.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a good day!</title><content type='html'>John-Mark and I had our engagement pictures taken today. It was just a short session, mostly to get to know the photographer, and for her to get to know us before she does our wedding. But it was pretty fun. The best part was that her camera was almost the same as mine, except digital. I approve.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I went and dropped off a resume at a certain place today, and they called me 45 minutes later to schedule an interview! Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-4211249904828435750?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4211249904828435750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=4211249904828435750&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4211249904828435750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4211249904828435750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-good-day.html' title='What a good day!'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-4986208175695877874</id><published>2007-03-16T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:06:51.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lime, Emerald, and Sage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tomorrow is one of my favourite holidays. St. Patrick's Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Except for the leprechauns. And the beer. And the shamrocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To be completely honest, the only reason that I like St. Patrick's Day so much is because it gives me the permission to wear a ridiculous quantity of the colour green. And, I can do so without shame or mockery. I love it. This year, I have to work, which is okay. I can wear 3 or 4 shades of green to work, no problem. OOh! And my car is even green. Which is good, because I dont want anyone to hit Wilfred and give him a dent or scratch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyways, I hope all of you enjoy tomorrow, and please, please, make me proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-4986208175695877874?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4986208175695877874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=4986208175695877874&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4986208175695877874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4986208175695877874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/03/lime-emerald-and-sage.html' title='Lime, Emerald, and Sage'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-7147357372407770866</id><published>2007-03-11T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T09:35:17.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im moving. Soon.</title><content type='html'>Guess who has their own place? Me! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;Its so exciting. Ill post pictures when the guy who lives there now moves out... but Im moving in the beginning of April. It a really nice basement suite... in the ritzy area of abbotsford. I (we... in august) have my own bay window, BIG (for a suite) bathroom, and 2... yes, 2 bedrooms. Which means that John-Mark will have somewhere to study. And it means Ill have lots of room for visitors. Hint Hint. Im really excited. Things are going to be tight the way things are right now... but if I land a full time job, then I should be just fine. Heres hoping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-7147357372407770866?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7147357372407770866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=7147357372407770866&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/7147357372407770866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/7147357372407770866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-moving-soon.html' title='Im moving. Soon.'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-5606512566285621477</id><published>2007-03-09T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T09:30:13.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutshell</title><content type='html'>Okay, well, its been a full week since I last posted... so Id better get on it, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Whats going on in my life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apartment hunting. Thats right. Im moving out on my own. To Abbotsford. The idea is for me to move out before John-Mark is done school, so that he can leave most of his stuff at my place when he goes home for the summer. Then, he'll move in with me when we are married. We found an amazing place, and we're just waiting to hear back from the guy. Im hoping that everything works out... its amazing. Ill post about it when we get it. If we do. But I hope we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Job hunting. Yup. I guess living on my own is going to cost more than living at home. I dont feel I can trust my boss at the restaraunt to give me enough hours on a consistent basis. So, Im looking for something full time, preferrably in Abbotsford. And I think once I get said job, I will try to keep my job at the church, and see how that'll work out. No guarantees there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wedding planning. Not always as fun as one would think. But it is fun. I looked at 50+ photography websites, called a few of them, apparently August 18th is a popular date. I finally found one thats going to work for the date, and for my budget. I have a caterer, a dress, a florist, and materials for invitations. I think Im doing not too badly so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats pretty much my life in a nutshell right now. Im really hoping and praying that everything is going to work out as far as apartments and employment. Those are the big things on my mind right now. You should see that place though... really... its amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-5606512566285621477?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5606512566285621477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=5606512566285621477&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5606512566285621477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5606512566285621477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/03/nutshell.html' title='Nutshell'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-601089705080488058</id><published>2007-03-02T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T20:32:19.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dislike...</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned how much I dislike the food service industry sometimes!?&lt;br /&gt;I need a new job.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there want to hire me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-601089705080488058?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/601089705080488058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=601089705080488058&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/601089705080488058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/601089705080488058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/03/dislike.html' title='Dislike...'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-2332215434657182006</id><published>2007-02-28T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T09:47:08.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im ready</title><content type='html'>Yesterday officially began Tim Horton's 2007 Roll up the Rim season. Yesterday was a day full of hope and anticipation. I have great expectations for this Roll up the Rim season, as last year was quite dissapointing. I finished the season with a win ratio of 0 for 33. I will do better this year. I anticipate my total coffee count to be much lower this time around, but my wins count will be off the chart. Trust me. The odds of winning are 1 in 9. I have to catch up after last year.&lt;br /&gt;Roll up the Rim count thus far: 0 for 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-2332215434657182006?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2332215434657182006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=2332215434657182006&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/2332215434657182006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/2332215434657182006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-ready.html' title='Im ready'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-8610682468771351970</id><published>2007-02-25T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:13:48.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a week!</title><content type='html'>Well, what a week I just had! John-Mark and I had friends from CLBI/ Edmonton come and visit for the week. It was a lot of fun! Chris and Lindsay came late Sunday night, and left on Friday morning. We made it out to Vancouver and Harrison, as well as spending time at such grand places as Grab-a-Java, and Sevenoaks mall. We stayed up late, got up early, and I dont know about anyone else, but I was TIRED! (actually, Im pretty sure John-Mark was worn out too, by the end of it all). I went to bed at 9:30 last night, after working all day, and I found it rather difficult to get up this morning when my alarm sounded at 8:45. So, I got up at 9:30 instead. Anyways, I should probably think about getting dressed and ready for church, seeing as though I have to elave in fifteen minutes. Oh what a morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-8610682468771351970?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8610682468771351970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=8610682468771351970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8610682468771351970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8610682468771351970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-what-week.html' title='Oh what a week!'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-1904249479240410541</id><published>2007-02-11T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T11:51:26.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gettin' Hitched...Yeehaw</title><content type='html'>Okay, but seriously, John-Mark asked me to marry him, and I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Saturday at 2pm. I got off work, and walked to my car, to find that there was man in my car. I was a little bit alarmed, but then, I noticed that it was a familiar man. It was John-Mark. He drove me to a creek that we had been to once before. It is also a place that I used to go to with my dad when I was a little girl. We took a blanket and sat down to do a crossword that he had printed off of the internet. This is fairly normal, as we routinely do crosswords together. As it turns out, he had doctored the crossword to contain certain advantageous words. At the bottom of the page, there was a fill in the blank kind of like, 32A + 12D + 25D... and it spelled out the words "will ewe merry me Cassy" (Cassy was the most suspicious answer in the puzzle). And the rest, well, is history. We are thinking that we will get married in August, likely on the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats my good story of the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-1904249479240410541?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1904249479240410541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=1904249479240410541&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/1904249479240410541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/1904249479240410541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-gettin-hitchedyeehaw.html' title='I&apos;m Gettin&apos; Hitched...Yeehaw'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-4767507145964947125</id><published>2007-02-08T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:26:44.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sam and Jen are right. apparently I do have good hearing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="'350'" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#AABBAA'" align="center" style="'font-family:"&gt;&lt;div id="'head'"&gt;You are a dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#EEFFEE'" style="'font-family:"&gt;&lt;div id="'text'"&gt;Or maybe you are a mosquito, you certainly can't be human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highest pitched ultrasonic mosquito ringtone that I can hear is &lt;a href="'http://media.ultrasonic-ringtones.com/tones/21101.mp3'"&gt;21.1kHz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#CCDDCC'" style="'font-family:"&gt;Find out which &lt;a href="'http://www.ultrasonic-ringtones.com/'"&gt;ringtones&lt;/a&gt; you can hear!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-4767507145964947125?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4767507145964947125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=4767507145964947125&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4767507145964947125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4767507145964947125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/sam-and-jen-are-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-8801441494382833064</id><published>2007-02-06T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:16:43.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead ant tag?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, Ive been tagged, and since I really have nothing better to do (except maybe go to bed), I figure Ill give it a shot. Here are 5 random things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Im not sure how it all came about, but one day a few years ago, Celia called me creepy, and that idea just kind of snowballed. Since then I have accumulated many simalar nicknames from a variety of people, such as, but not limited to, little creepy, creep, the creepiest, and creepsack. I think creepsack is my favourite. To defend myself, I am not actually creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am afraid of raccoons. To the point where if I see one, I am known to run inside, shut the door, and jump in my bed, conciously aware of every creak, squeak, and noise that could be the raccoon coming to attack me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love getting my hair cut, but I have never had short hair. I guess I just restrain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. TVs that have the sound turned all the way down creep me out. I can even tell if there is a TV on with no sound in the next room without even having to see it. The creepiness seeps through the walls. Hey, theres a good new nickname, Her Creepiness. It has a certain royal air to it... feel free to use it as much as you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I was a kid, I hated all "kid foods". I didnt like hamburgers, hotdogs, french fries, macaroni, or whipped cream. When we went out to eat, my mom would order me a side of mushrooms. I also enjoyed liver, brussel sprouts, and other such typically yucky things that I now dislike. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is, now I am going to tag Troy, and Sarah Walsh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-8801441494382833064?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8801441494382833064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=8801441494382833064&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8801441494382833064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8801441494382833064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-so-ive-been-tagged-and-since-i.html' title='Dead ant tag?'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-6925130080445377292</id><published>2007-02-06T12:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:49:46.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bento Kronen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZDP-lj-CPWg' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZDP-lj-CPWg'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Likely the funniest commercial ever created.0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-6925130080445377292?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6925130080445377292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=6925130080445377292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6925130080445377292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6925130080445377292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/bento-kronen.html' title='Bento Kronen'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-6046344794544761564</id><published>2007-02-05T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:25:28.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retraction</title><content type='html'>I am writing a retraction upon being informed that my previous post had left out important details. I have been told (and now remember) the actual course of events while in the car wash. First, I drove too far forward with my window open and got sprayed. Then, I reversed, and got sprayed again before finally closing my window and turning off my engine. I apologise for my previous error.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-6046344794544761564?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6046344794544761564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=6046344794544761564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6046344794544761564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6046344794544761564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/retraction.html' title='Retraction'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-8180265637628119996</id><published>2007-02-05T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:45:31.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkmark!</title><content type='html'>Today was a big day. A really big day, even. I acomplished a life goal. This one has been on my list for quite a few years. I am going to document the entire event, because it was quite incredible, really. I went through a car wash. The automatic kind. It was exciting. This is how it happened. First, John-Mark and I went to a gas station with a car wash, but it didnt work. So, we went to a different one. I went in to the store and paid $5 for a little token. Then, I drove Wilfred up to the coin slot, opened my window, and put the coin in. The light turned green, so I drove up to the line/bar thingy, and drove right over it. Oops. So I reversed a little. As I was doing this, water came pouring in through my still half-open window, getting my lap rather soggy, and causing my amused co-pilot to laugh at me. So I closed my window, got into position, and the car wash went to work. It was thrilling and invigorating. It feels so good to cross a life goal off of the list. And in the end? Wilfred is clean, waxed, and shiny, and I have since dried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also concluded that, as far as non-fat vanilla lattes go, Grab-a-Java makes much better ones than Starbucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-8180265637628119996?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8180265637628119996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=8180265637628119996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8180265637628119996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8180265637628119996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/checkmark.html' title='Checkmark!'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-6149444645020826025</id><published>2007-01-31T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:39:46.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of a rant. Okay. A full out rant.</title><content type='html'>10 things I didslike about working in the food service industry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-people who lie and connive to get discounts that they dont qualify for.&lt;br /&gt;-people who try and get away without paying for their caesars.&lt;br /&gt;-people who treat you like an idiot when you are working hard and running around all over the place to accomodate them.&lt;br /&gt;-people who are regulars and dont think they need to leave a tip, and end up COSTING their server for their meal. Every week.&lt;br /&gt;-Groups of 15 who come in and expect to be seated right away on the busiest night of the week. Sorry, youre going to have to wait. Or make a reservation next time.&lt;br /&gt;-Imagine a table of four. They are all half way through their meal. They all want water. They all tell you at different times, so that you  have to run back and forth to the bar 4 times. 5 times if the first person is finished and wants more by then.&lt;br /&gt;-Grownups who leave their table looking as though a tornado hit it. Its different when there are children.&lt;br /&gt;-People who think its fun to emply the creamers and sugars and leave them scattered all over the table for me to sort through.&lt;br /&gt;-Opening a creamer and leaving it sitting unspilt, upside down on the table so that it spills everywhere when picked up.&lt;br /&gt;-Despite the common belief, I ony have two arms, they are only so long, I can only walk so fast without running, and there is a big lineup of other people that I have to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. That felt kind of nice. Boy do I love my job sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-6149444645020826025?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6149444645020826025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=6149444645020826025&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6149444645020826025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6149444645020826025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/01/bit-of-rant-okay-full-out-rant.html' title='A bit of a rant. Okay. A full out rant.'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-6142156367236341042</id><published>2007-01-25T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:24:14.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilfred</title><content type='html'>This is my new car. His name is Wilfred. Wilfred was born in 1995 to the Achieva family, which originated in the country of Oldsmoblie. He is green in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaAcjIeNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Q29pQ0vJ64o/s1600-h/car+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024216191762725074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaAcjIeNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Q29pQ0vJ64o/s320/car+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaAcjIeNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Q29pQ0vJ64o/s1600-h/car+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaAcjIeNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Q29pQ0vJ64o/s1600-h/car+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaAcjIeNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Q29pQ0vJ64o/s1600-h/car+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaAcjIeNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Q29pQ0vJ64o/s1600-h/car+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Wilfred's spoiler. He has a spoiler, because he considers himself to be pretty "sporty". Im not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaAsjIeOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8QvH8mFGG7c/s1600-h/car+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024216196057692386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaAsjIeOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8QvH8mFGG7c/s320/car+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaAsjIeOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8QvH8mFGG7c/s1600-h/car+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaAsjIeOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8QvH8mFGG7c/s1600-h/car+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaAsjIeOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8QvH8mFGG7c/s1600-h/car+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaAsjIeOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8QvH8mFGG7c/s1600-h/car+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaAsjIeOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8QvH8mFGG7c/s1600-h/car+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaAsjIeOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8QvH8mFGG7c/s1600-h/car+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilfred also has a very nice sunroof, which will be put to very good use come summertime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaA8jIePI/AAAAAAAAAA0/peeUVke_Mx4/s1600-h/car+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024216200352659698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaA8jIePI/AAAAAAAAAA0/peeUVke_Mx4/s320/car+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he is a very manly old-man car, he likes to smell pretty, and sports a nice, yellow, jasmine-scented tree in his windshield. The two of us are fast becoming very good friends. Wilfred kind of likes John-Mark, but is a little upset because John-Mark dropped Wilfred's keyless entry thingy under on of his seats, and it has yet to be retrieved. Im sure that my two favourite men will soon reconcile, and realise how much they have in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Thanks for humouring me... you know how I like to give my priciest inanimate objects names... I figured Wilfred was a nice, old-man name for a nice, old man car. These pictures were taken in the parking garage at my condo... hence the terrible lighting and nice view of pipes through the sunroof... oh well, I didnt want to pull over on the side of the road and snap a few shots like a weirdo, so, this is the best I can do for now. Today I took my car to my aunt's house to vacumn and windex everything, because I bought it very dirty. I found lots of wrappers and receipts, old/new fuses and a screwdriver under the seats, and lots of, well, dirt. But now its mostly clean. Except for the outside. Oh well. So yeah, thats it. I bought a car, and I have my own insurance and my own license plates and everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-6142156367236341042?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6142156367236341042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=6142156367236341042&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6142156367236341042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6142156367236341042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/01/wilfred.html' title='Wilfred'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RbmaAcjIeNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Q29pQ0vJ64o/s72-c/car+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-3368562185607587428</id><published>2007-01-24T13:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:57:44.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah... and I bought a car today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-3368562185607587428?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3368562185607587428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=3368562185607587428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/3368562185607587428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/3368562185607587428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/01/n_24.html' title='N'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-6635137137525026029</id><published>2007-01-23T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:46:31.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N</title><content type='html'>Watch out for the latest road hazard in the Mission/Abbotsford area. I passed my road test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-6635137137525026029?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6635137137525026029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=6635137137525026029&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6635137137525026029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6635137137525026029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/01/n.html' title='N'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-6408297553201470830</id><published>2007-01-19T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:22:20.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you smell something?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I worked my regular 4-8 shift at the restaraunt. Except I started at three, because my boss is in Mexico. Afternoons are always pretty dead, so it was just myself, and 1 server, Karol, on the floor, and 2 ladies in the kitchen, cooking and getting ready for our Wednesday night buffet. I had just sat a table of three, and was in the galley preparing their tea, when Karol came in with a concerned look on her face, and told me that she smelled gas at the front desk. I had just been there and hadnt smelled anything, but when I went to double check, I had to agree with her. There was a strong odor seemingly coming from the vent above the till. Not good. It had to be the week that John was in Mexico. So, we called the air conditioning guy who had been tehre earlier that day. He said he didnt think it was the heating, and that he couldnt come look at it. At this time, the smell is getting worse, and is spreading farther into the restaraunt. Karol and I have developed headaches, and customers are starting to notice and mention it to us. So we call one of the ladies who is kind of in charge and who is coming in later that night, and tell her whats going on. We really dont know what to do. One of the kitchen ladies, CD, suggested a 1 800 number to call when you smelled gas, but couldnt remember the rest of the number. Thanks. We ended up calling the fire department, because we were really concerned and didnt know what to do. They arrived shortly with lights and sirens, and came in, alarming some very confused and concerned customers. They also sent a ladder truck. WHY!!? So the firemen (No, Sam, they were not hot) looked around, checked the attic (we have an attic?) and the roof, and suggested that maybe it was because the gas station at the other end of the parking lot had gotten gas 4 days earlier. Right. And this is the first time that gas station has ever gotten gas? Anyways, they didnt seem to concerned about it, and left. We carried on and had a rather crazy, very busy evening. The smell eventually dissapeared. Strange, hey? My best guess is that the three people I had sat had somehow spilt gasoline all over themselves before coming in. And if that is true they must have heard us talking about it, and didnt say anything to us because they wanted some drama and a light show during their dinner?? I suppose Ill never really know what happened, but it sure made for an interesting evening, and (hopefully) a good story. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-6408297553201470830?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6408297553201470830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=6408297553201470830&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6408297553201470830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6408297553201470830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-you-smell-something.html' title='Do you smell something?'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-8357275756648794425</id><published>2007-01-16T00:31:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:31:58.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands in my pocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/RAKGdlRViXc' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/RAKGdlRViXc'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-8357275756648794425?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8357275756648794425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=8357275756648794425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8357275756648794425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/8357275756648794425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/01/hands-in-my-pocket_16.html' title='Hands in my pocket'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-950317307905285043</id><published>2007-01-16T00:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:31:48.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Toast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/vHrvCYWBSIs' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vHrvCYWBSIs'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-950317307905285043?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/950317307905285043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=950317307905285043&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/950317307905285043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/950317307905285043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/01/yeah-toast_16.html' title='Yeah Toast!'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-6058966293232570228</id><published>2007-01-15T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T10:57:25.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen nostrils and giant frozen dreadlocks</title><content type='html'>Well, I have returned from our country's northernmost provincial capitol safely, and without too much freezer burn. I had a really great weekend in Edmonton with Jen... I think the best part is that they surprised me with Jen not even being in the hospital anymore! She had been let out 2 weeks early and no one told me... Colin is a great liar by the way... or maybe Im just really gullible... On Friday I hung out with John-Mark's family for dinner and such. I met Chris (his brother) at a train station, which meant I got to figure out the LRT system by myself, and only got the meeting time wrong by 1 hour. Needless to say, I was thoroughly frozen after 45 minutes of waiting outside. Chris took me to Stony Plain and we had dinner and then he took me back to the apartment that Jens parents rented. Its really close to the hospital and right on Whyte Ave. Jen had gome to bed as soon as I left for the LRT because she wasnt feeling well from her visit to the hospital. BUT, in the morning, she was feeling really good, and we had a fabulous day together. I learned how to play crib (And I won) and we played Monopoly (I lost.. but I had a fighting chance for a while... and it was the first game of monopoly that I had ever finished!). I made tacos for lunch, and we got dressed around 2pm. It was great. I left fairly early yesterday morning, but I had a great weekend. It was really good to be able to spend time with my bestest friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-6058966293232570228?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6058966293232570228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=6058966293232570228&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6058966293232570228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/6058966293232570228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/01/frozen-nostrils-and-giant-frozen_15.html' title='Frozen nostrils and giant frozen dreadlocks'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-457894557615031534</id><published>2007-01-06T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T15:08:25.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No respect</title><content type='html'>Despite common belief and practise, when one opens a cupboard and is attacked by a huge heavy pot and, as a result, suffers extreme pain in one's left middle toe, do not laugh. Even if the victim runs and hops around the house and yells and whimpers. It is not funny. Make an extra effort not to laugh if the accident was indeed your fault. Some people just have no respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS My mom is currently on the phone with my aunt, and she has been talking about corn syrup for at least 6 minutes. Some people have no respect AND no life. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-457894557615031534?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/457894557615031534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=457894557615031534&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/457894557615031534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/457894557615031534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-respect.html' title='No respect'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-4090476306016318980</id><published>2006-12-31T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:24:14.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now and Then</title><content type='html'>This post is about me and my best friend Jen. Jen has recently been diagnosed with Lukemia, but that is not what my post is about. My post is about us. Jen and I have gone to school together since kindergarten, but we werent in the same class until grade 2. So we have known each other for either 15.5 years, or 13.5 years, depending on how you look at it. When we were little, we werent super close; we werent even always friends. We went to the odd birthday party, and played the odd playground game together. Jen was good at tetherbell. I was good at geting hit in the head playing tetherball. Towards the last 2 or 3 years of highschool is when we really started to grow closer. We graduated together, and we even took all the same classes in grade 12! The next year, we both attended CLBI. The only difference is that I was SUPER excited to go, and she didnt want to go at all. We spent 2 years together at CLBI (She liked it, and went back! Go figure!) and we were even on the same missions team at the end of our 2nd year. Together we have served at camp, been to Mexico twice, and despite the fact that we are two very different people, I couldnt ask for a better best friend. Now, I live in BC and Jen lives in Alberta, but we have been able to get together once or twice. I am going to see her in the hospital soon, and am looking forward to being able to be with my friend again! I have included some pictures to illustrate my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is from a birthday party when we were 7 or 8. There I am, 2nd from the left, and Jen is 4th from the left. Look how cute we are! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014853945125840978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RZhXF9-xKFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UyLVmkNseBU/s320/then.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second picture is a no brainer. It is from grad at CLBI last spring. I am (obviously) on the left, and Jen is (obviously) on the right. Look how cute we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014853945125840994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RZhXF9-xKGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CBXx4zga8mU/s320/now.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-4090476306016318980?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4090476306016318980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=4090476306016318980&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4090476306016318980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/4090476306016318980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-and-then.html' title='Now and Then'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/RZhXF9-xKFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UyLVmkNseBU/s72-c/then.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-5334154125076578854</id><published>2006-12-23T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:34:25.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upgrade</title><content type='html'>I changed my look! What do you think? I really like it! I also switched to the new version of blogger. I thought this day would never come, but it has. I think deep down, I am avoiding the idea that I really should clean my room, do some laundry, and wrap some Christmas presents, especially considering it is already Christmas Eve Eve. Ill get it done... maybe after dinner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-5334154125076578854?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5334154125076578854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=5334154125076578854&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5334154125076578854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/5334154125076578854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/12/upgrade.html' title='Upgrade'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116667702453451708</id><published>2006-12-20T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:59:19.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At least I had some water!</title><content type='html'>I think I need to cut back on my &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; intake. Maybe not. I feel fine. Heres a list of what I have had to drink today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30am &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt; at my house (cream and sugar)&lt;br /&gt;11:45am Tall non-fat vanilla &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;latte&lt;/span&gt; at Grab-a-Java&lt;br /&gt;2:15pm Water at the church&lt;br /&gt;3:30pm &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; at the restaraunt (cream and sugar)&lt;br /&gt;4-5pm water during my shift&lt;br /&gt;5-8pm an unknown amount of iced &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;tea&lt;/span&gt; during my shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home. I havent had anything else yet, but if I do, I will try to make it something without &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt;. I could go for some milk, maybe. And something to eat. Im starving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116667702453451708?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116667702453451708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116667702453451708&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116667702453451708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116667702453451708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/12/at-least-i-had-some-water.html' title='At least I had some water!'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116647647061808634</id><published>2006-12-18T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:14:30.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For lack of a better title.....</title><content type='html'>The main reason for this post is that I am stalling because I dont feel like making the trek to the church today. But I HAVE to. More on that later. I also realized that my posting has been less frequent than I meant it to be.&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what has been going on lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church: as mentioned before, I have to go in today, mostly because when I was in on Saturday, my vacumn died. It just stopped working. My other one died a couple monthes ago. I dont know what to do. I have to go talk to... well... someone about it... maybe I will get a new one?? Also on Saturday, I managed to set off the burgalar alarm and lock my keys in the office. And I was only there for 2 hours. What would have happened if I stayed longer, I wonder??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Restaraunt: I went to our staff Christmas party on Tuesday. John-Mark went with me. I am very glad because I ended up sitting with people I dotn reallyknow, and I mostly just felt awkward, like I didnt belong. I have been picking up more shifts, due to one of the girls being seriously injured in a snowboarding accident. They taught me how to close on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom: She has been sick for a while. In and out of the doctors'. She went to the hospital with chest pains on Monday, and they were afraid it was a blood clot in her lung. Dangerous. Scary. So, they sent her home, and she had to sit and be afraid to move until the Abbotsford hospital called to get her in for a CT scan. They didnt call. Back to the hospital, more waiting, an abulance ride, a CT scan, another ambulance, and more waiting. No clot. The fluid around her lungs was infamed. Pluracy, I think they call it. Anti-inflammatories and pain killers. Shes getting better. Quite a fright for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pets: If anyone has met by big, red, fluffy cat, Abe, you know that he is very lazy and docile. Until now. He has become much more agressive, and has taken to attacking the computer screen. When I shoo him away, he attacks my leg. Christmas present exchange with John-Mark has resulted in a new member in our house: a hermit crab named Halden Jr. I love him. He likes to dig and bury himself in the sand. Halden Sr. died last Christmas in Stony Plasin after a tragic Airport-Freezing incident. Halden Sr. will be kept nice and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral Health: I had to go to the dentist today. One of my fillings fell out. Right in my front tooth. You know, from when Jen threw a rock and it broke my teeth? $382.10 later, I have nice, unchipped teeth again. My dentist said I'll likely need crowns soon. Unfortunately, I have  no insurance, so these fillings will have to last a while. Moral of the story: throwing rocks at each other may seem like a fun way to pass the time, but will end in tragedy. Dont do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John-Mark: He went home for Christmas on saturday. We both framed a picture of us as Christmas presents for each other. It was the same picture. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: I went to Have-a-Java and had a vanilla fudge latte. I kind of liked it. I may or may not have enjoyed their comfy leather chairs. I have forsaken all I have aspired to be. But I still love Grab-a-Java. It dodnt mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends: I am going out for dinner with friends from highschool today. It is our annual Select-a-Santa gift exchange. Like Secret Santa, except we pick who we buy for. I am buying for Angela, and Anushka has me. It will be fun I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars: 36 days until my road test. My instructor told me that he thinks I will be ready by then. This is good. In the meantime, I have the keys to a purple minivan if anyone wants to go for a joyride. Just joking, John-Mark!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is whats going on with me. I think I have hilighted all areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116647647061808634?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116647647061808634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116647647061808634&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116647647061808634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116647647061808634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-lack-of-better-title.html' title='For lack of a better title.....'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116581416694501414</id><published>2006-12-10T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:18:28.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Architects</title><content type='html'>It seems as though John-Mark and I have kept up with our holiday-themed creativity. I arrived home from work yesterday to find that he has mixed up some gingerbread dough. Now, we have baked and cooked together on numerous occasions, but this was by far our toughest endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;We managed to roll the dough and to cut it into shapes resembling the sides and roof of a house.&lt;br /&gt;We managed to move the pieces from the counter to the cookie sheet without streching or breaking them (difficult!)&lt;br /&gt;We managed to bake them to a perfect golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;We managed to scrape up just enough sugar to make the best, thickest, stickiest icing ever.&lt;br /&gt;We managed to break my Mom's electric mixer. We stopped beating the icing when it started to emit smoke. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;We managed to assemble the entire house with no problems. Everything stood up on the first try.&lt;br /&gt;We forgot to let the icing dry before decorating the roof with an inch of icing, simulating snow. It looked beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;We managed to collapse our beautiful gingerbread house!&lt;br /&gt;BUT, dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;We managed to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6342/3175/320/863447/house%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116581416694501414?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116581416694501414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116581416694501414&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116581416694501414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116581416694501414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/12/architects.html' title='Architects'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116513016856384876</id><published>2006-12-02T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:17:49.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 more sleeps! Wait... 23. Oops.</title><content type='html'>So, since my computer is no longer hanging out with my boyfriend, I am able to post the much-awaited for Christmas tree picture. Maybe now Celia will no longer find it necessary to refer to me as a politician. The picture actually does not do justice to the actual beauty of the tree in real life, but, it will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;I also included a picture of said boyfriend and myself, because, well, we decorated the tree, and I just wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;PS notice the snow on the balcony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6342/3175/1600/669036/tree%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6342/3175/320/126066/tree%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6342/3175/1600/418129/tree%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6342/3175/320/535401/tree%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116513016856384876?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116513016856384876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116513016856384876&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116513016856384876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116513016856384876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/12/21-more-sleeps-wait-23-oops.html' title='21 more sleeps! Wait... 23. Oops.'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116460885499002060</id><published>2006-11-26T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:29:38.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Yesterday it began to snow. It is still snowing. Yesterday was a very good day for it to snow because it was also the day that we set up our Christmas tree. By "we" I mean John-Mark and I, because my Mom went over to my Aunt's and spent the night, leaving us to do it all alone (She relinquished control over the Christmas decorating... can you believe it!?) Anyways, after a lot of box-hauling, battery installing, and a trip to Superstore, we got everything all Christmasy. I think the best part about decorating is when it gets dark outside, and you turn out all the lights and just enjoy the glow of the tree. So, with the snow, it was extra-nice.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to work at the restaraunt tonight, (they were teaching me to close), but my boss called me and told me he was closing early and that I didnt have to come. So, I had a free evening, which I spent doing.... not much. But, that is ok.&lt;br /&gt;I had a really good weekend.... I feel very satisfied with it. I will close with the fact that there are only 29 sleeps until Christmas day. I was also going to provide a picture of our beeeautiful Christmas tree, but my Mom's computer is acting really funny, and wont read my memory card.... Gregory is at John-Mark's, so this post will remain pictureless.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116460885499002060?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116460885499002060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116460885499002060&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116460885499002060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116460885499002060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116417816692730203</id><published>2006-11-21T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:49:26.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is my half Birthday. I am 20 and a half.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116417816692730203?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116417816692730203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116417816692730203&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116417816692730203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116417816692730203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116407238098877102</id><published>2006-11-20T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:26:21.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a car...</title><content type='html'>So I was on my way home from scrubbing toilets at the church today, when I got stuck in a torrential downpour. I am not even kidding. When I got home (after a 30 minute walk) my jeans had two dry spots: underneath my belt, and a small patch under my right butt pocket. The water was flowing down the street, and up on to the sidewalk, forcing me to walk in huge sidewalk puddles and to develop a couple puddles of my own inside my shoes. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of felt like I should have been hauling canoes up a steep, muddy embankment-turned-creek somewhere along the Red Deer River. I was wet enough. And had I not been moving, I would have been cold enough. I was, however, nowhere near obnoxious enough, thank goodness. (It did occur to me that singing every verse of I Just want to be a Sheep, 100 bottles of rootbeer, and Found a Peanut known to man at the top of my lungs might make the time go by faster, but I used my better judgement and avoided a repeat offense on that one) I made it home soaked, but now I am warm and cozy in my sweatpants.&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to my obnoxious singing buddy, Patti, the fire-building Rust girls of 2005, and to everyone who has ever almost died of hypothermia while canoeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116407238098877102?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116407238098877102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116407238098877102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116407238098877102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116407238098877102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-need-car.html' title='I need a car...'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116322757199951667</id><published>2006-11-10T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:03:09.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smashing Good Time</title><content type='html'>I would like to share with you something that I witnessed this evening while enjoying a coffee at Grab-a-Java with my wonderful and stunningly attractive boyfriend, John-Mark. (Please note that I am not the sole author of this post.) (Though I completely agree with the aforementioned statement)&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS....&lt;br /&gt;So, there we were, minding our own business, when 2 teenage girls entered the shop. They did not want any coffee, they only wanted to use the washroom. After the barista explained numerous times that the bathroom key was attached to the teapot on the counter, ("the key is on the teapot... the teapot... on the counter.. the teapot!") they managed to locate the key and head towards the bathroom. On her way, one girl dropped a bottle of vodka out of her purse which crashed to the floor and sent a sickengly strong smell throughout the shop. Upon doing this, she was promptly asked to leave the store and "go find some bushes to pee in". This is when the humour really began. The first suggestion as to how it should be cleaned up was to "try and light it on fire". This was quickly rejected for fear of "burning the whole place down and having to explain it to my boss". So, out came the mop. On the bright side, "at least we will have a nice, sterilized mop!". Then, one of the girls mused, "Oh... she was drunk. I thought she was just high... go get drunk at home like most teen girls... instead of standing in front of Mac's like prostitutes!". We couldn't help but laugh at our two very funny baristas, who had very good attitudes about the situation.&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, we read a whole bunch of funny comics in the newspaper. Here is a selection of the best ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/3175/320/lfmc061110.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/3175/320/comic1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/3175/320/comic2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116322757199951667?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116322757199951667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116322757199951667&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116322757199951667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116322757199951667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/smashing-good-time.html' title='A Smashing Good Time'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116313965587913197</id><published>2006-11-09T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:26:07.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant-Free?</title><content type='html'>Today, I experienced a lot of things that are rant-worthy, but I am not going to talk about these issues. There will be another day for speaking about people who turn left at intersections and almost hit me (this has happened 5 times since camp ended, by the way). I will also leave out the part where when you go shopping for something specific, you will never, NEVER find ANYTHING remotely close to what you want. Lastly, I will leave out the part where I bought new ink for my printer just to findo out that since I used it last (6 monthes and a greyhound trip ago), it has gone bizerk and will only print funny numbers and boxes. Achem. SO... no ranting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I would like to tell a rather amusing story. I was in the mall this afternoon, (yes, looking for something specific.. specifically something pretty to wear to Kortneys wedding) and I passed a kiosk selling hair straighteners. This is a recount of the exchange between myself and the girl working there. (Her words are in pink cause she spoke in the valley-girliest voice I have ever heard in real life. My words are green because... well... there really is no need for an explanation, I dont think.) ANYWAYS, heres how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh my gosh! Can I ask you a question!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Uh... sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OK, do you have a straightening iron at home!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Uh... yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh my gosh! Can I show you mine!!?? I can straighten your hair for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No thanks, not today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OK! Byeeyee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe you had to be there to really get the irony here, because she offered to straighten my hair, when my hair was obviously already straight. Granted, I did it myself, but I think I really did a good job this time. I had to laugh a little, partly cause of all the "Oh my gosh"es, and partly because she mustn't have been paying much attention to whose hair she was offering to straighten. Also, Sam told me that that happens to her a lot, which which makes it funny, especially since Sam has super straight hair all the time. Except for the one time I crimped it... HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116313965587913197?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116313965587913197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116313965587913197&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116313965587913197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116313965587913197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/rant-free.html' title='Rant-Free?'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116226384677092985</id><published>2006-10-30T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:04:06.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahaha..... no true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/3175/1600/IM000272.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/3175/320/IM000272.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John-Mark came over this weekend with a surprise. A round, orange one. How exciting. We put in a lot of time and effort (3 hours!) and together created the single most spectacular jack-o-lantern that I have ever been a part of carving. I have included a picture for your viewing pleasure. Feel free to bask in its glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS a prize goes to anyone who knows why this post has this seemingly unrelated, rather obscure title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116226384677092985?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116226384677092985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116226384677092985&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116226384677092985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116226384677092985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/10/hahahaha-no-true.html' title='Hahahaha..... no true.'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116199816550855396</id><published>2006-10-27T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T18:16:05.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Computer Ate my Resume</title><content type='html'>....and the airline stole my lipgloss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116199816550855396?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116199816550855396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116199816550855396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116199816550855396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116199816550855396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-computer-ate-my-resume.html' title='My Computer Ate my Resume'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116157867611939267</id><published>2006-10-22T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:44:36.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goobers, or Raisinettes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/3175/1600/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/3175/320/IMG_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last night in Alberta, and I would just like to state, for the record, that Sam and I are goobers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116157867611939267?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116157867611939267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116157867611939267&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116157867611939267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116157867611939267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/10/goobers-or-raisinettes.html' title='Goobers, or Raisinettes?'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116118849127197867</id><published>2006-10-18T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T10:57:47.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Vaccums</title><content type='html'>And that is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that nobody ever knows how to spell vaccum (myself included), I am sure that the ones I have at the church hold secret meetings at night and conspire against me. "You stop working for no reason, and then I will start shooting dust everywhere for no reason, and then she'll have to use number 3" (which is torture in and of itself). Fortunately, I managed to outsmart them this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides fiascos with coffee and dust suckers (as they call them in Norway... thanks, Erika), I am very excited because at this afternoon I am getting on an airplane, and flying to Calgary to visit my dear beloved ex-roomie from bible school. AND THEN on friday, we are driving up to Welcome Back Weekend, where I will get to see a whole bunch of people I havent seen forever. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116118849127197867?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116118849127197867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116118849127197867&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116118849127197867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116118849127197867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-vaccums.html' title='I Hate Vaccums'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116101923945455060</id><published>2006-10-16T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T10:20:39.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Coffee?</title><content type='html'>First, I know you are all shocked at the title of this post. I am too, a little. But, this is what ran through my head the other day at work. Heres why.&lt;br /&gt;First, I was making coffee, and I pulled out the filter holder thing, so that I could put a fresh filter and grounds in. Apparently, someone had already done this. Im not sure what happened next exactly, but there were coffee grounds everywhere. On the counter, on the floor, in the burner, under the coffee maker, on me.... and just so you know, they are super fun to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, I returned to the coffee maker to check on the progress of a couple pots. The one wasnt dripping anymore, but the pot wasnt even half full. Hmmm... strange. So, the obvious next step is to pull out the filter and see what was going on. Little did I know that it was clogged, and when I opened it, I spilled a whole bunch of boiling hot water and coffee grounds all over the floor, the burner, under the coffee maker, down the wall, on me... Can you believe it? Twice in one day! Ridiculous. I was not impressed, and this is where, in my mind, I said to myself "I hate coffee".  Later I apologized, and coffee and I are getting along like nothing ever happened, thankfully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116101923945455060?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116101923945455060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116101923945455060&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116101923945455060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116101923945455060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-coffee.html' title='I Hate Coffee?'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116058231045295715</id><published>2006-10-11T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T09:00:08.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stake out!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so, this post is a few days overdue, but I think it is still worth posting. On Saturday night, Ashley and I arranged a kidnapping. It was quite a complicated plan, which involved staking out our "victim's" house until she returned home from work at 9:30. So, we got inconspicuous disguises (we were unrecogniseable), drove to Langley, peeked in a couple windows (and a mailbox) until we found the right place, and then we waited in the car. We were very sneaky, slurping our BCF and reading newspapers in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/3175/1600/stakeout%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/3175/320/stakeout%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/3175/1600/stakeout%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/3175/320/stakeout%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:30 or so, we decided that we should interrogate the parents. So we did. Then, with their help, we arrived at her place of employment, thus ending her shift. We took her away to the Walnut Grove McDonalds (the only one in the world that still serves chocolate ice cream) only to find that they, too, had removed the swirl come from the menu. Sam, if you are reading this, I am sorry. We had to get vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/3175/320/stakeout%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116058231045295715?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116058231045295715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116058231045295715&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116058231045295715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116058231045295715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/10/stake-out.html' title='Stake out!'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-116008356841313210</id><published>2006-10-05T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:26:08.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It like Sylvia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/3175/1600/haircut%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/3175/320/haircut%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, I got a new haircut today. It is a lot different than anything Ive had before, but I think I really like it. Oh, and I forgot/they forgot to make me pay for it... so I have to go back in to do that. Oops. At least I have an excuse... blonde hair... no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-116008356841313210?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/116008356841313210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=116008356841313210&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116008356841313210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/116008356841313210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-like-sylvia.html' title='It like Sylvia?'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115991857415826138</id><published>2006-10-03T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:38:50.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Orkin man is drinking my coffee and wearing my glasses</title><content type='html'>Ok, so, three things noteworthy happened to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I saw a real, live Orkin man! Can you believe it! I was just minding my own buisness, pouring coffee, when I looked up, and saw him sneaking around in the bushes looking for little buggies, I guess. But his uniform said Orkin on it... so he was the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I destroyed the second pair of contact lenses in a week. I have had contacts for 5 years, and I have never, EVER accidentally gotten one caught in the lid of the contact case, thus ripping a chunk off... until last week... and this morning. Isnt that bizzare? The thing that really gets me is that theese arent your average, throw-away-after-1-month contacts. They are $120 per pair wear-for-18-months contacts. Luckily, I got those two pairs for a deal... 2 pair for $140, but still. Im not impressed. I guess the good part is that I think I need a new prescription anyways... and its also good that I like my purple glasses. I mean, they are purple. Cool, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I got a letter in the mail today.... with a $5 Grab-a-Java card in it!! Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115991857415826138?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115991857415826138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115991857415826138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115991857415826138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115991857415826138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/10/orkin-man-is-drinking-my-coffee-and.html' title='The Orkin man is drinking my coffee and wearing my glasses'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115931227131190465</id><published>2006-09-26T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T16:14:08.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Licorice Jelly Bean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorjellybeanareyouquiz/licorice.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are an acquired taste. The less people fight your strange ways, the more they like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115931227131190465?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115931227131190465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115931227131190465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115931227131190465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115931227131190465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/09/hahaha.html' title='Hahaha'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115924614801962721</id><published>2006-09-25T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:49:08.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today at work, I poured coffee for a man who said to me... "thank you, Sunshine". Of course, I responed with a polite "Your welcome", but in my mind, first, I cringed a little, and then I laughed because I remembered when Gary called Jen Sunshine. And now she will always be remembered as Sunshine Jenny (from the block). Ha! Someone else called me "Sweetie", but that was only creepy, not funny at all. Sunshine was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115924614801962721?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115924614801962721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115924614801962721&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115924614801962721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115924614801962721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-bit-of-sunshine_25.html' title='A little bit of Sunshine'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115895459991936704</id><published>2006-09-22T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:52:25.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a good thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here are some good fun things that are true.&lt;br /&gt;1. I finished all my work on Thursday, so... three day weekend for me!&lt;br /&gt;2. I bought a new CD, and I absolutely love it.&lt;br /&gt;3. John-Mark and I are going to see an improv group tomight. We saw them at Breakforth, and they are super funny.&lt;br /&gt;4. It is sunny outside.&lt;br /&gt;5. My room is clean and all my laundry is done&lt;br /&gt;6. I got emails from two of my good friends yesterday. It made me miss them more, but I was so excited to hear from them.&lt;br /&gt;7. I bought plane tickets to Calgary... to see Sam, and to go to Welcome Back weekend.&lt;br /&gt;8. I talked to Craig Carmichael, and he was really helpful. I feel good about what step to take next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;... For anyone who knows anything about Martha Stewart, and who has read some of my earlier posts, please do not take the title of this post to mean anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115895459991936704?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115895459991936704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115895459991936704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115895459991936704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115895459991936704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-good-thing.html' title='Its a good thing'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115862359538707393</id><published>2006-09-18T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:54:59.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?sdrawkcaB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, I know that I said that my blog isnt really a serious thing, but I needed to sort my thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know that I love photography. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have been told that I am gifted and talented in this area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I would love my life if I could take pictures for a living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have no idea how to get there, and all the research I have done hasn't made it any clearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I emailed a bunch of photographers yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wanted to know how they got to where they are, and if they had any suggestions for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I got a response from Craig Carmichael. He told me to give him a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I called him this afternoon. He wants to get together and talk. Probably on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I should be super excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am scared out of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think its because Im afraid that Im not good enough, and if I fail at what I love the most, then what do I have? I know I would be happy as a photographer. That is not an issue. In fact, I dont think I would ever be completey satisfied if I did anything else. I suppose I need to just step out and do it, and trust that God is big enough to fulfill his promises. After all, He is the one who creates us with passions and gifts, and He doesn't want us to fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"There is surely a future hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off."&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 23:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115862359538707393?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115862359538707393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115862359538707393&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115862359538707393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115862359538707393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/09/sdrawkcab.html' title='?sdrawkcaB'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115820245622956131</id><published>2006-09-13T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:54:16.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Created to photograph?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here are some things I have learned in the real world thus far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Working every day is more tiring than expected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. The Swiffer duster is the greatest invention since the vacumn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. How to recognise a counterfeit 10 dollar bill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Deciding what to do with your life is hard... and scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. When thinking about the future, it is somehow harder to think about pursuing something you are passionate about, and that God has told you to pursue, than to think about doing something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115820245622956131?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115820245622956131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115820245622956131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115820245622956131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115820245622956131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/09/created-to-photograph.html' title='Created to photograph?'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115750236794657647</id><published>2006-09-05T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:05:01.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An anniversary of sorts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today, on my way home from work, I stopped at Shoppers.... to buy nail polish. I know what you are thinking, and Im not really sure what made me want some either, but I was overcome by the urge to colour my nails some pretty pinkish-brownish colour. So now I have pretty fingers. And I suppose it is a celebration of four whole months bite-free after twenty whole years of chewing. Yay for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PS My Mom is going to Bingo tonight. Kenny Hess anyone??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115750236794657647?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115750236794657647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115750236794657647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115750236794657647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115750236794657647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/09/anniversary-of-sorts.html' title='An anniversary of sorts?'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115707309874827056</id><published>2006-08-31T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T18:12:43.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The correct definition of "hobb"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So... day two of ABC is all done... I only froze under pressure a couple of times. Why do some people have to make paying for a meal so difficult? And what the heck does "can you gold card table ten" mean? Besides that, life is normal... its kind of funny, after two years being busy all the time, and having friends around all the time, I dont really know what to do with myself when I dont have something that I need to do... strange. Maybe I should learn a hobby. And get a library card. So I can take out books about my new hobby. Thats a great idea. Now... what to hobb... (get it... hobb... like, hobby....) Anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; thats all folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115707309874827056?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115707309874827056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115707309874827056&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115707309874827056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115707309874827056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/08/correct-definition-of-hobb.html' title='The correct definition of &quot;hobb&quot;'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115691244743430839</id><published>2006-08-29T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:34:07.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And that is true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mocha Frappuccino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorfrappuccinoareyouquiz/mocha.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyper and driven, you'll take your caffeine any way you can get it. Frappuccinos are good, but you'd probably chew coffee beans in a crunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorfrappuccinoareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Frappuccino Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115691244743430839?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115691244743430839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115691244743430839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115691244743430839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115691244743430839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-that-is-true.html' title='And that is true.'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115682365564661451</id><published>2006-08-28T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T00:02:00.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay, just a quick note/ funny thought. So I went to the church tonight, and they offered me the job, so I took it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do you remember those commercials for Halls Fruit Breezers where there was that guy in the big Halls suit who said in his jamaican accent, "Just a pilot? I got two jobs!" Well.... I got two jobs! It keeps running through my head, and I giggle to myself every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115682365564661451?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115682365564661451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115682365564661451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115682365564661451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115682365564661451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/08/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115680246217455037</id><published>2006-08-28T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T16:18:38.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A really bad pun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, camp is over. I got home yesterday, and I slept in all the way until 7:30. Please note the sarcasm in that statement. But that was ok, because I went to bed at 10, and I ended up starting work at ABC. It went pretty well, most things are pretty much the same as before, except I learned how to do cash/debit/visa, and such. So yeah, that went well. I am going to the church this evening to "talk about my application", so, hopefully, there will be a brand new creepy custodian soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I really wish I had something funny or creative to say, but I do not. So, now for the end of the post.... except, I dont know what one would put on the end of a post, perhaps a birdhouse? Or maybe it could be used to set a drink on?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115680246217455037?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115680246217455037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115680246217455037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115680246217455037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115680246217455037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/08/really-bad-pun.html' title='A really bad pun'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115618687035027970</id><published>2006-08-21T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T12:04:36.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresponsibility...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So... here I am, at camp, during throw the switch, which I always use as my personal prepare for crafts time. Today I had to do some research on the internet. How convenient that I have my computer (Gregory) here, and that I can also be irresponsible and blog. I dont feel bad. At all. But besides that, this is my last week at camp. This summer. Probably ever. Something in me tells me to go hard core and finish well, but most of me says, "keep on doing what you're doing". I like that one better, so, here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I got a job on Sunday.... I work at ABC again, except this time, I am a hostess, and not just a lowly busser. So I am looking forward to that. I also applied for the custodian position that has opened up at my church. I know what you are all thinking- Cassy the Creepy Custodian. Yeah yeah, like Ive never heard that before. Gee whiz. But I think I would like to have that job as well, I can set my own hours, and then I wont have to hunt for another job in an unfamiliar place. Hooray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Okay, time to get back to work, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115618687035027970?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115618687035027970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115618687035027970&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115618687035027970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115618687035027970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/08/irresponsibility.html' title='Irresponsibility...'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115496658332131125</id><published>2006-08-07T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:03:03.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a Big Girl Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, it has been quite a weekend. A wedding, a baseball game, a trip to Vancouver, seeing some friends from CLBI and spending it all with John-Mark. Amazing. I cant wait for September.&lt;br /&gt;Its time for camp to start again tonight. Insane. And there are only three weeks left.  Then I have to get a real job and apply for real school and start real life. I think I am ready. I guess we will see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115496658332131125?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115496658332131125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115496658332131125&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115496658332131125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115496658332131125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-big-girl-now.html' title='Im a Big Girl Now'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115355035556901130</id><published>2006-07-21T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:40:54.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I really have to say is that if you are trying something new for the first time, say, kayacking, maybe dont go for an hour and a half around hatzic island. Boy, am I going to be sore tomorrow. I am going to bed. In cabin poop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115355035556901130?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115355035556901130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115355035556901130&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115355035556901130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115355035556901130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-lesson.html' title='A Life Lesson'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115283457901175289</id><published>2006-07-13T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:03:54.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday it rained</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, the first week of camp is already almost over. Crazy. This week has seen the return of many memorable campers. The licker. The bed wetter. The glass girl. General Genitals (if you dont know about this one.. dont ask.... long story) and many more. We have yet to see Arnesto, but that is something to look forward to, for sure. Camp has been a lot of fun so far. I even dont mind being in the craft shack 24 hours a day. Go figure. FYI- clay made from soap is fun and gross feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115283457901175289?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115283457901175289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115283457901175289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115283457901175289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115283457901175289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-it-rained.html' title='Yesterday it rained'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115179822308058783</id><published>2006-07-01T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:57:03.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vests Don't Have Sleeves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well, this is it. Camp starts tomorrow morning. No more sitting around and going to bed early. This is a good thing. Sam and Colin and Austen are driving here from Calgary today, and I am very excited to see them. They are coming to visit me before they go to camp. Hooray. I think that this is going to be a great summer, and (speaking to Jen and Ang right now) as promised, I will (hopefully) keep up with fun and exciting events... as I know you will be doing as well. Heres to a fun summer. See you later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115179822308058783?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115179822308058783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115179822308058783&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115179822308058783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115179822308058783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/07/vests-dont-have-sleeves.html' title='Vests Don&apos;t Have Sleeves'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115160952380421688</id><published>2006-06-29T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T12:34:30.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am at home, sitting. As usual. And guess who calls me? Charlie! She had a day off camp and decided to call me to see if I was around. And I was. Woohoo. So she came over for a while, and it was exciting. And she is volunteering at Sr. Teen, and she will be at Bryana's wedding. Yay. So fun. Then, Celia and Adam drive out to Mission to hang out with Robyn and Nooksack and me, so we did. We went to camp and we saw Deb and the dining hall/chapel/covered deck/new kayacks. Then we went to Rocko's and had pie. We went to the Roste's for a while and played DDR... and Robyn went and got Chelsea from camp. We had dinner there and then we went to play Bingo. Robyn and I both won a dinner with local country singer Kenny Huss. Too bad I will be at camp and Robyn will be in Vegas.... (Sarcasm.... I dont even know who Kenny Huss is) But it was fun. Bingo is kind of hard and stressful. After we went to Ron Joyce's (Tim Hortons) and then we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115160952380421688?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115160952380421688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115160952380421688&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115160952380421688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115160952380421688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/06/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115160903077129161</id><published>2006-06-29T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T12:34:43.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kortney and I are hanging out at a park, and we get hungry, so we decide to go for dinner. But we also decide that we would like to hang out with Chelsea. So we try to call camp. FYI: 411 doesnt know about Camp Luther. So we drive out to camp. She is not there because she is having dinner at Matt's house. Al gives us the phone number. Scary. (If you know Al, you understand what I mean) No answer. So we go for dinner. Salads. It is far too hot for anything cooked. After, we try to call again. No answer. So what is the next logical course of action? Drive around Mission to try and find their new house. So we do. We find a lot of very nice, fancy houses, and considered asking someone if they knew where Shanghai is.... bad idea. But, no Matt's house. Then we turn onto another street, drive along it for a while, and WE FIND MATTS HOUSE! Random, hey? We know it is Matt's house because it has Matt's van, and Deb's jeep. We notice that everyone is in the backyard. So we sneak up to the gate, and surprise everyone, but especially Chelsea. They were getting ready to go, so we took Chelsea and Walker and we went to that "Coffee shop of Mission" (Grab a Java). It was an adventure, thats for sure. I can't belive we found the house. Crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115160903077129161?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115160903077129161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115160903077129161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115160903077129161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115160903077129161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/06/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115137689139261961</id><published>2006-06-26T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:54:51.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Power</title><content type='html'>T&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oday I learned an important life skill. I used a power drill. It was scary, intimidating, and surprisingly fulfilling, even fun. Who knew? Anyways the point is, I hung my curtain and my Martha Stewart Rollerblinds, and now I will no longer wake up to workmen 6 inches from my window. I can get dressed in my own bedroom. Woohoo. (Oh and despite what I may be portraying in my blog, I really dont like Martha Stewart very much. Honest.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115137689139261961?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115137689139261961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115137689139261961&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115137689139261961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115137689139261961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-power.html' title='More Power'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115120091904465472</id><published>2006-06-24T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T19:01:59.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gregory's new home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So there are 2 exciting things that I did today, and they are kind of related. First, I got a new desk for my room. It is amazing. (I suppose most people wouldnt fins ANY desk amazing, but most people dont consider wandering around Staples a date either.) Some assembly required. No problem. I am a capable young woman. And besides, all I had to do was attach the legs. Easy Peasy. Not. That was probably the most frusterating thing since Mexico. I dont  understand why it would be so hard to screw on 4 legs! Oh well, I did it. The second exciting thing was that I finally took Gregory out of his jacket-thingy and put him in the desk. I even turned him on. It was wonderful to see his bright face and his sensitive touch-pad again. I didnt realize how much I missed him. And the best part was that his background is a picture of a sign from a Mexican Pizza hut buffet. "Do not get near without a shirt "Unless your naked"" Haha. So yeah. One of these days I should take him on the internet and then maybe I can put pictures on my blog. How exciting. Anyways, thats all for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115120091904465472?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115120091904465472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115120091904465472&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115120091904465472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115120091904465472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/06/gregorys-new-home.html' title='Gregory&apos;s new home'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115110638038380655</id><published>2006-06-23T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:46:20.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meringue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here are the events leading up to the creation of Meringue cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1) Cassy watches Martha Stewart, and watches her put meringue on some fancy dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2) Cassy says to herself "I like meringue"&lt;br /&gt;3) Cassy gets the urge to bake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4) Cassy searches for a recipe for meringue cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5) Cassy finds said recipe and proceeds to make the meringue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6)Cassy preheats oven to 250 degrees fareinheit... thats not very hot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7) Unable to find the egg seperator, Cassy tries her hand at hand-seperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8) Seperation successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;9) Cassy adds sugar and vanilla and a pinch of salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10) Cassy beats the meringue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;11) While watching the mixture thicken, Cassy wonders who ever thought 'Hey, I wonder what will happen if I beat the heck out of egg whites?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;12) A good question, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;13) The meringue has been beaten to perfection. It only took the better part of half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;14) Cassy scoops the meringue onto baking sheets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;15) Cassy has created 20 cookies. The recipe told her it would make 36.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;16) Cassy checks how long they need to bake and notes the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;17) 60 minutes! That is a long time to bake... maybe if the oven were hotter... no, better stick to the recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;18) Operation succesful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115110638038380655?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115110638038380655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115110638038380655&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115110638038380655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115110638038380655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/06/meringue.html' title='Meringue'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115094892565144712</id><published>2006-06-21T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:41:12.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So I am officially tired of doing nothing and sitting around the house everyday. I am really looking forward to camp starting. But talk of that is no fun, and this is supposed to be fun. So... fun things include: nothing. Nothing is fun. So in conclusion, I am bored, and free....like, everyday. Hint hint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115094892565144712?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115094892565144712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115094892565144712&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115094892565144712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115094892565144712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/06/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115060454717633167</id><published>2006-06-17T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:22:27.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oil Your Stroller</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I feel like I should write something today, even though I dont have much to say... oh, and Ang, the answer to your question is this: probably, but oh well. Here is something that I learned today. Jogging strollers are harder to steer than regular ones. I think that when I have kids, I will get a regular-type one. Partly because I dont jog. I also got to experience Whyte Ave this evening, after an Oilers game... I know, I know, I am in BC, but I do however have a boyfriend who really likes the Oilers and thought to call me so that I could experience it, too. It was loud. And car horns sound funny over the phone. I can only imagine the chaos. And I think I am OK only imagining it. So yeah. I think that is all. And Jen- I hope you are having fun. (I think you know what I mean.... heh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Shanghai, you will never be as creepy as me, but keep trying!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and the colour of this font is the colour of one of the walls in my room. SO cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115060454717633167?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115060454717633167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115060454717633167&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115060454717633167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115060454717633167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/06/oil-your-stroller.html' title='Oil Your Stroller'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115042173345220971</id><published>2006-06-15T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:35:33.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here are the things I did for the first time today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Went to Vancouver with Jen and Ang (Ive been to vancouver before... just not with them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Counted how many Starbucks we saw (13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Went on the Skytrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Got stuck in the Skytrain door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Visited Metrotown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bought a MEC jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Stalked the girl with the MEC backpack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Went to Starbucks twice in one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thats all the things I can think of that I did for the first time. It was a fun day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115042173345220971?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115042173345220971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115042173345220971&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115042173345220971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115042173345220971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/06/firsts.html' title='Firsts'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733425.post-115033392863230966</id><published>2006-06-14T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:12:08.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Jen's rear end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today was the day Jen and Ang and I decided to make blogs for each other. I don't know if it was just the coffee talking, but I think it is a good idea. Hopefully this makes for lots of random summer entertainment. My first topic of discussion is, as my title suggests, Jen's rear. She has one. We saw it in the pants she got today. It is pretty nice,  ...It likes me. So heres to happy blogging in the months to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29733425-115033392863230966?l=cassystopsecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/feeds/115033392863230966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29733425&amp;postID=115033392863230966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115033392863230966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29733425/posts/default/115033392863230966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassystopsecret.blogspot.com/2006/06/reflections-on-jens-rear-end.html' title='Reflections on Jen&apos;s rear end'/><author><name>Cassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08528974545931626391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-6eQOIJ3IVY/ReZb3eSEC_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZS34jf-x6nM/s320/funny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
