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December is already kicking my ass, guys – and it hasn’t even begun.

It’s a month chock-full of holiday festivities and, in our family, birthdays. Also, my wedding anniversary which, for the first 6 years, I thought was on 12/14 but really it’s 12/16.

Hear me out, though. Our wedding was supposed to be on 12/14. But we were called (last minute) and told there would be a funeral visitation that evening and the chapel would be busy.

My brain only recently has decided to accept this and remember the correct date. Finally.

That said, we don’t celebrate it so it’s not a stressor in the gift-department. I just have to remember it’s correct date.

Speaking of gifts, I’ve been packratting children’s Christmas presents for the last month. Which is super last minute but way earlier than every other year I’ve done this Christmas thing.

Eventually, I’ll have my life together enough to start buying presents in February. I’ll add it to the list of stuff I want to accomplish in 2019. Add it to the list in a bullet journal I’ll actually keep up with.

Hi, my name is Cassie and I have a problem with investing in nice journals but never using them.

But for now, I’ll pat myself on the back for being proactive a month out, okay? Just let me have this.

I’ll worry about 2019 in 2019. I still have one more month left of this year that completely flew by.

This evening, we un-boxed the tree. My inner-self is angry at myself because I grew up with a live tree and want a live tree. …But a fake one is so convenient.

We don’t have a legitimate tree topper, either. This is in part because my sister has the Opus Reindeerus that I want because we had it as kids and also because Keith and I want a Tupac doll but can’t find one.

Since neither of our choices are an option, we let Rowynn make one this year.

Excuse me while I go scream into a pillow, lamenting the fact that I’ve yet to actually have a bonafide, yearly family tradition when it comes to Christmas. So, I now have a paper angel that looks like she escaped the 7th circle of hell. A paper angel that will probably unintentionally become a forever-tradition and who will likely adorn every tree we have for the next 30 years.


I told her that we would string popcorn, too. I think I might end up regretting this promise.

I’m getting better at not failing at the holidays, though. Slowly…

In the meantime, as I hold my breath and try and hang on for the next 31 days, I’ll learn how to string popcorn and will report back on the experience.

The Cutting Room Floor

Things That Brought Me Joy This Week

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This week was unlike most. We spent a majority of it at Keith’s parents’ house and I actually managed to work on a hobby.

Letmetellyou, finding the time to spend on a hobby is worth the effort.

An aside: a few months ago, I made a list. A list of things I wanted to do in my 30th year. …If only make it to 60, I’m technically mid-life and instead of a crisis, I decided to make a list.

Excellent coping skills, right?

It was hard to come up with seven (arbitrary number) things that I wanted to do just for me. It took a few days, but I managed to make one.

On that list was to finally become fluent in Gregg Shorthand.

I know enough to get by but I’ve been trying to learn it since 2001. SEVENTEEN YEARS. And every year, I set it down and prioritize it straight to the bottom. Cast away, to become a “someday.”

No more.

So, this week – in which every day, I thought it was Saturday because we usually only go to his parents’ on the weekend – I spent time – actual time – working on Shorthand. It was so nice.

(Also – it is not as much fun as you’d think it would be, thinking every day is Saturday.)

The song this week was It’s Thunder and It’s Lightning by We Were Promised Jetpacks

This is fondue-level-cheesy.

…but I like it.

I visited the Lisa Frank offices this week to take pictures for an article I did over on the thrifting for profit site.

The place is deserted and for sale (for a cool $17 mil. Who wants to go in on it and create a hippie compound with me? …Anyone? …Bueller?

I saw this mural – or what’s left of it – behind a tattoo parlor.

We put up Christmas decorations and rocked leftover Halloween mustaches.

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I made this recipe up the other night.

It turned out great.

Great enough that I am making it for Thanksgiving. Great enough that I am willing to substitute my standard mashed potatoes for it. Great enough that I am confident everyone will love it alongside their turkey and cranberries.

…You get the point.



The Meanest Goose & Some Grackles

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The other day, Rowynn asked to go to the park.

The last time we went, I ended up making small talk with a couple that both looked like Post Malone.

This is also the same park that recently hosted a shootout. Yes, a real, live, possibly gang-related shootout that ended with three fatalities.

Needless to say, I didn’t really want to go to the park…