Been a while...

So, this feels funny. Jumping back onto something from the past instead of creating a whole new project, which is something that I have become very familiar with in the past three years since I have posted. Jumping into new projects has been mine and Chloe's jam. First off we started a business. We had tons of help and support but yeah, we opened up a Yoga, Massage, Healing, and Wellness studio in our small, traditional town of NEPA. In an old train station! Full steam ahead, we struggled, but eventually learned how to start, and run a business. We have been open one year and eight months now, working seven days a week, with no pay. Yes, we are still broke (personally, not the business!) It's been challenging learning how to budget, save, and spend the money where it counts, and still offer the cheapest yoga in the state (we have good hearts).

Being total boss babes has been totally time consuming, so I feel that I could go on and on about work but this blog isn't solely about that. At the same time as our business was starting, my younger, yet arguably more mature, sister moved in with us! We've been three peas in a pod since... literally we sleep in a full size bed stacked next to each other every night because one of us sleeping in the other room feels sad and lonely. Needless to say there have been many a long night spent sweating, elbowing, and complaining of no room, but we really wouldn't have it any other way... at least for now....

The dream house is still a topic of daily discussion. We constantly daydream of what our interior design aesthetic should be, and what we are going to change about daily life when we have the dream house, and gosh all we really want is for it to just be "simple". That's right, 'bout to name drop for a second so I can give you a visual... if you haven't heard of David Kitz, and his lovely wife, you must   immediately search and follow on insta so you may gaze upon the utter perfection that is his photography and world. Clean. Fresh. Simple. Our theme for the dream house.

We have had some large life lessons learned in the past three years. First, trust no-one, Second, give everyone a second chance, Third, never believe what anyone tells you and again trust no-one. So yeah we have some cynicism developing as we grow a little older but we're dang happy. That was the next life test- how to be happy after learning and feeling such disappointment from others. Still a tricky one, I have to say, but the Big Guy chose well when He sent us on the career path of inner peace, love, and wellness. We've definitely learned to practice what we preach. Take yoga- teach yoga, Meditate- radiate, Help yourself- help others. Learning to not take things so personally was another biggie. Three years ago if anyone told me something negative about myself and or actions I would feel one or all of these three things- embarrassment, defensiveness, or defeat. No good, people, no good. Learning to actually listen to those who criticize you and value their perspective, if its constructive, is a very helpful lesson indeed. It almost takes all the weight off of feeling like you messed up in the first place when you can hear someone, take their advice, and apply it in your own best way. #betterforit. If the person criticizing is either jealous, maniacal, or just plain petty then girl don't play. Know yourself well enough to know your own worth and abilities and trust your good intentions. Stick with what makes your heart feel good and the haters will fade away. They just won't be able to keep up.

Many more lessons of course that we will have to discuss, but you get the point. Big things in Chloe's life, and Margaret's as well involving romance.. oooh la la. They will have to give their share of the details. As far as me, I've been listening to my intuition, saw a Chinese face reader/astrologer who laid it on me with intriguing shifts as the big 30 turning point approaches! Looking forward to that, but really loving my life at twenty seven years old. Loving my friends as family and my family as friends and getting to know what it is I really want. Easier said then done. But stay tuned folks... at this pace, we could be looking at a whole lot more to cheer about.

Cheers ta fun!

Cassie

Cheers ta Halloween

Hello, Cheers, Good morning to you,

It's a grey, rainy, fall day and I can already feel Christmas coming. My friend and I are with our babies today, who just woke up and are watching shows all cozy on the couch. We're sitting at the table, post-toast consumption, working on our things and from the corner of my eye, I see seven pumpkins waiting to be decorated and carved... except possibly the pinkish, Cinderella pumpkin- which will probably remain the same until it turns into a carriage for the model. (Just in case you're wondering, the model is the 6 year old beauty who goes to school now but comes home and has coffee- talk with us.) Pretty sure the white pumpkin is off limits too. From the corner of my other eye, I see the three little kitties sitting boldly on the picnic table outside. The kittens are a couple months old now, they were born at the end of summer and we've watched them grow into adorable, alert, and sometimes fierce little felines. It's getting close to Halloween and the kids have their costume picked out. They are going to look adorable. Halloween for these kids isn't really about the scary ghosts and ghouls, or even the candy, it's really about getting to dress like their favorite, and most admired character. The model is going as Ariel- The Little Mermaid. She's her favorite Disney princess at the moment and she will be wearing a long wig and sequined tail. She says really she will only just be a little shorter than Ariel. The now 4 year old Chunk will be Superman... or Spiderman... we aren't really sure, and the little Hootie baby will, of course, be Elsa, "eh-go."

So then there's the question of: What will I be for Halloween? I still don't have a clue. I've always enjoyed dressing up, but I have to say, I struggle with deciding what to be. I started looking at it with the same approach the kids take. Who or what do I most admire? What is my favorite right now? These are important questions. Last year, I threw together a surfer outfit from my closet to go to a family party last minute. I don't want to get stuck having to throw something together this year, but it's already October 21. I've been leaning towards something princess-y or girl-y. Something I have always wanted to wear that I wouldn't be able to pull off in everyday dressing. But what? ...I'll find something.

In the mean time, my friend and I are busy crafting and planning for Christmas presents. This is so exciting- there's so many creative things you can do for presents, and truly, I believe they are the best kind. The fall flies like the wind and then all of the sudden it will be Thanksgiving, and BAM Christmas. All I have to say now is, where is my Gingerbread Latte Starbucks?

That's all for now, I have to go, I have succumbed to a Latte craving.
Cheers

Free Door

Cheers, Good morning!

My friend and I just made a beautiful pot of fresh, french press coffee and it's grey and breezy outside. This combination and mood is serving us well because we are cozy and working on brainstorming. We have been searching Pinterest and home magazines for the past year for dream house inspiration and decor, which we enjoy very much and pretty much consider a hobby by now. Pinterest has been particularly helpful in our endeavor. Or has it? It leads us down a dangerous path of desire. 

Designing our dream house began a year or two ago. We made a sketch and discussed the construction and layout. Now we have been slowly collecting things at flea markets, and home furnishing stores that we find affordable and irresistible. 

Last winter, we were eyeing up this door that was out in someone's yard. The sign said it was free so we both had that urge. The one where you see something free so you automatically take it even if you have no use for it, but in this case, we saw the use. It was a nice, sturdy, well built door. It was painted white and had a large glass window in it. We passed by it 3 days in a row, saying the same thing everyday- "we should take that door." As the days passed we decided we needed to move on this because, good grief, what if someone else took it?? The door was ours in our minds already so it was time to take action.  Here is how it went down: We were driving home from dinner on a cold winter night, in my small, red, KIA rio, approaching the house with the free door, and suddenly the acquisition of this door became a now or never situation. We went from 35 mph to 0 as we pulled off the road. We zipped up our coats and prepared to make our moves. It was below 0 degrees on this night. The kind of weather that the news stations warn you about. So we got out of the car, glove-less, opened the trunk, and ran towards the door. It was heavy, and FROZEN to the ground. We managed to lift it and carry it to the car, our hands sticking to the paint, and our eyes so watery we could barely see. There was a moment of doubt as we struggled to carry it to the trunk. We were freezing  and shouting to each other, "Should we do this?? I'm SO COLD!" and it was so heavy... but we prevailed. We were not about to leave it for someone else. We shoved the door in, as best as we could, but couldn't close the trunk, thank goodness we didn't have far to drive. We jumped in the car and slowly and steadily made our way up the road. Chloe had to hold on to the corner of the door, which was wedged above her head, so that it wouldn't slip out of the back of the car. Every bump and hole was a threat. The cold air whistling in through the back of the car was chilling and wild. We finally parked and made it to the driveway and then came the unloading- another struggle, as we hurriedly took it from the back of the trunk to the garage. Woo. We got the door. We were FREEZING, but we got the door. 

We are very proud of this door and it now sits in the basement, awaiting its glory-filled day of installment in our dream house. It's in consideration for the highly prized position of Front Door to the dream house. It's adorable and very sentimental already. Every time we look at it, we smile and nod. We've acquired other items as well- a hand-painted night stand, a mirror, side tables, dishes, glassware, pillows, blankets, and decor of all sorts. Our plan is to have the most beautiful, aesthetically pleasing house on the planet, with very happy and fun inhabitants. I believe we are close to our dream, and will be finding the perfect place soon! 

Cheers ta dreams,

Cassie

This Season

Yesterday I proclaimed that this fall has been my favorite fall out of all the falls I have ever fallen into. This season is really effecting me more than I have ever noticed before! The look and feel of it, and also the subtle energy it holds. I haven't been able to find the write words to describe it completely, I'm still searching for them, but maybe over the course of this post, I will be able to find them. It's been important to me to recognize this season and appreciate it, and describing it helps me to do that. What's felt different this fall is partly, the absence of anxiousness.

In previous falls I had been more focused on what was ahead of me and things I had to accomplish. I had felt an unpreparedness due to the sweetness of summer ending so fast and the beginning of schedules, expectations, and deadlines. My relationship with the ultimate frenemy- procrastination- had picked right back up where we had left off. I had felt wary of winter weather and lack of sun, my tan fading, missing the beach. Ugh. Overall- I had felt somewhat unsettled. The energy of fall moves inward. It causes you to reflect and go deeper into yourself. I guess, in previous years that energy intimidated me. In Traditional Chinese Medicine, it is a time of letting go- physically, mentally, and spiritually. This year, may be one of the first that I have been able to do that more confidently and naturally. This season has, just as in years before, been a season of starting something new. Early in September, my friend and I started an Ayurvedic Healing course and so far it has helped us tremendously in knowing the human body, and knowing ourselves- every physical, mental, and spiritual aspect. I'm sure that what I have been immersed in this fall has helped me to more clearly realize the beauty and necessity that exists this time of year. 

Our culture, and many others define fall as a harvest time. There are so many feelings and images that come up when I think of the word harvest. Naturally, I imagine crops, farms, pumpkins, apples, and scarecrows. I feel warm, bundled, cozy, quiet, happy, and "glow-y". All the holiday feelings with family around and plenty of food. I like that this time of year is also a time for gratitude and generosity. I believe that people are generally good, and that we all want to be kind and share what we have with others. That's how life is created and sustained. I think fall, by it's energy flowing inward and stirring up what you bring to the world, prompts the actions of first thanksgiving and then giving. Civilizations for centuries knew, and felt this, hence the celebrations of Thanksgiving and Christmas. Much like nature, we as human beings respond to the energy that each season brings. We grow, expand, contract, and descend just like plants. Recognizing and understanding this has a harmonious effect on us. 

So this fall, my favorite so far, has allowed me to take in what has been around me, and what has always been a part of me, but has gone unrecognized and therefore unappreciated. The images and feelings that I have enjoyed and embraced since childhood, are actually in me and everyone around me.  So to anyone else reading this, I hope you can relate and let the breath of fall move in, so you can harvest your gifts and share them with others. 

Side Note: Do go out and collect the brightest and most striking leaves that are now changing so fast! 

Love,

Cassie

Little Rascals

Hi,
Cheers,
Salute,
Long time, no post. I have taken a long hiatus from the world of blogs, and now, after little- to no- time to write, I'm back! So what has been going on? What adventures have we had? Did my friend and I travel to Bali, raise baby tigers in the wild, sail back through the Indian Ocean and around the Cape Peninsula, surviving shipwrecks and sharks? Did we successfully start and run a high-end fashion line, show casing our break-through designs at Paris Fashion Week? Did we take time working for a construction company, building new homes for families all across the nation? Did we travel the world searching for precious stones and artifacts from ancient times? Did we fall in love with Arabian princes, then discover that our love story extends back into thousands of years of past-lives? Well, pretty much.

There is so much to write about; to fill in the missing pieces of our stories, but to start, I'm going to share some stories from our adventures with three little rascals. Three little rascals who give us the best and most useful gifts everyday. The rascals are ages 6, 4, and 2. We've been in their lives almost everyday now for over a year, and they have never failed to deliver their gifts. One of the most valuable gifts they give us, is laughter. Whether we are laughing out loud at their silly antics, or suppressing it so that they don't get the wrong idea, we are continuously laughing. Just today, during a complicated and rapidly changing game of Barbies, Ryan, Barbie, Kelly, Ken, and Belle were figuring out their Halloween costumes. This became such a drawn out and difficult decision because of a loud and commanding interruption of a screaming, martial arts fighting, action figure, played by the 2 year old:
(Name: Hootie.
Age: 2.
Personality: Does not share well with others. Does believe she is Elsa from Frozen. Has "marine-like" responses to pain, threats, and discipline of any kind. i.e.  -pinches contusions and/or abrasions, - maintains eye contact during "firm talking-tos.")
Needless to say we pushed through the distraction and continued with our Halloween planning, but not without my friend and I looking across the room at each other to share another moment of hilarity. That is probably the best thing about being able to take care of these rascals together, we get to share the moments. There are so many moments, and each one teaches us more about these little people that we watch and feed and play with.

So now you have a very basic knowledge of Hootie, but moving up in age, you have the recently turned 4, Chunk. Just glancing in on him now, after he returned his Cars cup whispering that "he will have just a little more soda later", he is silently staring, hugging a giant, blowup, Spiderman punching- bag. He, himself, is punchy after playing hard with monster trucks and finishing half of his burger. Now he has switched to slowly bouncing a regular sized, red balloon- still silently staring. The house is still decorated from his birthday party. Self-created theme of Spiderman-monstertruck-choo-choo train-Christmas tree birthday! There is a small, decorated Christmas tree in the corner, spiderman balloons, monster truck cake with left over chips and soda, and train tracks set up. We are living in a little boy's dream world right now. We've been through a lot with this little rascal. Having long conversations at the kitchen table about birds, trains, planes, "baby cars", and vacuums taught us that this kid has a deep appreciation for  the things he finds fascinating. We helped him to use the potty and taught him how to be a complete goof. We've had manly talks with him about sharing, saying please and thank you, and closing the bathroom door, and he's made us blush by complementing our hair, outfits, and make-up with his famous catch phrase- "Lookin' gewd gurls!" He is many things, but most obviously, he is a heartbreaker.

Now, I began by saying there are three little rascals but really, sometimes there's three, and sometimes there's two rascals and another girlfriend to sit and chat, paint nails, do hair, and take selfies with. This third, and oldest, is the Model. She is everything. She is an artist, a fashion designer, a vet, a rockstar, a cook, a student, and the most beautiful girl you will ever meet. She brings out everyone's inner Barbie. She's 6 and in school now, learning everything and loving her life. We catch up with her after school over coffee and snacks. And we mostly giggle, which by the way, she has the best giggle- better than Barbie's. She's going to be Ariel for Halloween and she's every bit a princess.

Those are the three. Our three, whose loving parents allow us to take care of during their work hours. We leave everyday played- out, but wishing we could be with them all the time. They are our friends, our most funny, real, down- to- earth friends, who we can count on no matter what.

So that's part of what we've been doing... and I'll write more, if only just to document the moments.

Love and Cheers ta fun,
Cassie

90's Movies

The past few days I came down with a stomach bug, leaving me bed-ridden for two days. In between naps, I flipped the T.V. on to occupy my mind. I happened upon the movie Clueless first. The fashion, the lingo, and the music in that movie are 100 percent 90s- it could be a documentary. Later, during my battle with the bug, I came across a few episodes of Full House. What a show. Total 90's classic sitcom. You have Bob Saget, (also the host of America's Funniest Home Videos during my childhood) as the dad, Uncle Jessie (Jason Stamos), (swoon), and of course the kids- DJ, Steph, and Michelle (Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen). Just an all- American family going through life's joys and disappointments together. The hairstyles- full volume, the outfits- overalls for boys and girls. It really is an entertaining show with great characters. The next 90's flashback I had was during my recovery. I came across the last fifteen minutes of the movie She's All That. It had everything- 90's prom magic, Freddie Prince Jr., and Usher as D.J. The choreographed line dance was actually really creative and original. Of course Freddie Prince Jr. saved the day in the end and got the artsy, down- to- earth, natural beauty for his girl. Happy endings for all.

My memories of the 90's are from a ten and under point of view. The teenage trends and culture would trickle down to us kids from our older- siblings and we would try our best to pull- off the hairstyles and fashions. Needless to say, they didn't always fit. The only thing more awkward then a 90's teen trying to pull off white frosty lipstick and butterfly clips, is a 90's 10 year old trying trying to pull it off. Looking like a Spice Girl when you are pre- braces and your mom still does your hair is a big challenge. It's funny how at that age you look up to these beautiful teenage stars and celebrities and wait for the day when you might look like them, but when that time comes, the teenage trends have rapidly turned into something totally different, but equally embarrassing as you look back at your high school pictures now.

I enjoy having my naive perspective of the 90's as a pre-teen wannabe. Being so young but still aware of "what was happenin'" - or so I thought. Watching those shows and movies make me laugh but they still have some meaning. They are not just corny and out-dated. I think they make people smile and remember. At least they made me.

Love always,
90's child- Cassie

Understanding Perspectives

I find it fascinating what other's see. It really is so interesting to find out what other people take out of a situation. A family member of mine went to the doctor the other day and when asked his opinion of the man he simply said- "He was very clean. Shiny." This made the rest of the family laugh because most of us would have picked adjectives that were specific to his abilities as a doctor, or to how this doctor made us feel as his patient. Knowing this family member pretty well, makes it easier to understand his perspective. Then, there is the classic example of the car accident witnesses. A group of people witness the same event, but each have different and sometimes conflicting statements. The reasons for the differences are countless. Everyone sees a situation their way, the way their brain interprets it based on their cognitive abilities, and emotional responses.

 Understanding other people's point of view is a universal challenge. I'd say the lack of understanding leads to most conflicts throughout the world. There is "right and wrong" when it comes to some disputes but most situations go a lot deeper. It's necessary to take into consideration some background to an adversary's point of view in order to get to the root of the argument. It takes some work to peel back what's being said and discover what's not being said. It is our own defenses that make it difficult for this important step. We react to what is given to us: what we hear, and what we physically see. 

It can be so simple, and so relieving when two people come to an understanding. When they find a common relation to one another. It could be something so small but nevertheless, it brings peace. When this happens it's like seeing that person for the first time. It's relieving to both sides because the negative emotions involved with the dispute can then be let go of. 

We can never really walk in another person's shoes- we will not have the same exact experience, but it is a good practice to look at things a different way. It promotes progress. It makes moving forward so much easier. A positive perspective is always best, in my opinion. Best for moving forward and best for   overall well-being. It's true that the more positive feelings we put behind something, the better it works out. Intention really is everything, and believing in something is powerful. Before we can even form an opinion, we have to have a ground. This ground makes everything more clear- our beliefs, our opinions, our perspective, and our ability to understand others. The truth is everyone is born with a root and it is this root that connects us to who we are and to each other. 

The Bean Bag Chair

I love children. I love to hear what children think is important, what they like about themselves, what they enjoy, and how they like to spend their time. I like to watch them explain what they have learned in school, I like when they share their feelings, and I like watching them play with each other. The growth of a child is watched and supervised more carefully than the growth of an adult and therefore, it seems that there is a lot of pressure to learn and grow. In reality- life is packed with growing. Lessons get tougher and tests get more frequent the more a person grows. One thing I like about growing is being able to laugh at moments of growth or change that seemed like a big deal at the time. This particular moment that I am about to share was not necessarily a pivotal, life-changing lesson but somehow it cuts to the core of a funny facet of my growing self.

I was invited to a boy girl, basement, birthday party in 4th grade. I was new that year- just switched from a private elementary school to the public school down the street. It was well into the school year, giving me time to establish a group of friends. In grade school, friendships come and go quickly, but somehow I was invited to the most popular girls in school birthday party. They were twins,  and they were smart, and blonde. They had plenty of Limited Too outfits and new, dark grey and neon pink, Nike gym shoes. (This is an important detail because at the time, I was too picky and stubborn to choose from the cheaper tennis shoes and chose to just take a black sharpie to my light-up, white and navy blue tennis shoes.)

So I am new, but not new enough to be interesting, and mysterious anymore, just still new -but invited. The party was loud, and silly, as most ten year olds are. There was laughing and teasing and fun being had by all. I am thinking now, at this point, in my ten year old mind, I need to loosen up. I need to get into the party and get on everyone's level. I am mostly watching the party at this point and feeling the energy- level start to really pick up. In my memory of this occasion, the room is in slow motion as kids are running and yelling around me. In my attempt to loosen up I smile and pick up a bean bag chair, and in one swift motion, I hurl it across the room in celebration. My smile quickly turns to a face of horror, as immediately the room comes back to real time, and the energy- level takes a dive. I have knocked over at least two, 2-liter soda bottles, and a pizza box, in one swift motion. And in one swift motion as well, the mom (also my assistant lacrosse coach) has come down to check on the party. In a disappointed and harsh tone, she yells to all of us that we all need to calm down. Aggravated, and shaking her head she cleans up the mess and pulls her girls aside to help her and to express her distaste. My one attempt, my big courageous moment of coming out of my shell, had led to total destruction and embarrassment. I don't know if anyone saw that I was the one who threw the bean bag chair. I chose to believe that everyone was just having too much fun to notice, instead of the possibility that nobody knew what to say or how to react to my sudden, rambunctious act.

This moment stayed buried for a long time. Much too shameful, shocking, and embarrassing to share with others. It wasn't until recently that this memory crept back up and caused such painful, chocking, gut-busting laughter as I attempted to tell my family. Remembering my ten year old self and the feelings that went along with this circumstance made me laugh so hard. My embarrassment and shame is now turned to acceptance and pride. I really am proud of my ten year old self.  I didn't need to learn a big lesson, or to have changed my life dramatically to be proud, I am just proud of how I lived that moment and how I got over it by shaking my head and cringing as if I was my own parent, and then moving on with daily elementary school life, which brought countless more embarrassing moments.  I guess one of the reasons why I love hearing what kids have to say, what they think about, and what they experience is that I relate to them and understand them. Even though I am considered an adult, I have all my twenty- three years living inside me still.

Love always,
Cassie

Bringing Up Love Again

Love, I have figured, is the true cause of inspiration. That feeling, and that mysterious entity that is love, calls me to action- to express, and to create. That is why I am writing now in fact- because feeling and talking about love with my dear friend has inspired me to write. I feel that lately I have been pushed into thinking about love. I mean that in the sense that I have been trying to avoid mushy and emotional feelings and have failed. There is no particular reason behind it- no bitterness or jaded attitude towards it, I have a serious respect for it in fact, but I have knowingly attempted to keep a distance from romantic movies, and sappy love songs. However, it remains a huge part of my surroundings. The truth is- I can't escape it if I tried. I feel a little guilt in trying to escape it. I only can piece this much together: I'm continually searching for the most authentic and true aspects of love. The real and tangible parts that I can feel and see. Those are the parts that I hold onto with all my might. Those are the parts that I rely on. The rest, I trust will be revealed at the right time. 

These real and tangible parts of love flow solely from The Big Guy. They come through all kinds of creation. Food is one form. It is quite comical to admit to this, but the authentic love I feel with food is a form I heavily rely on. Traveling up the love chain are pets, and stuffed animals that I feel are my pets. There is real and authentic love formed in these types as well. Moving up higher are friends, and family and this is where things get tricky. There is more ability for love to flow through humans and therefore more freedom. Many more choices, many more avenues, and frankly a lot of room for error. It is hard to trust humans to a point where real, authentic, high forms of love are expressed and felt. This is considered a risk. Many romantics will gladly take this risk, free falling, nose diving, and crashing into those feelings in a desperate search, but I cannot say I am that type. I have always been a cautious creature, and I am aware of both the good and bad aspects of being this type of person. 

This phase that I am in right now- of keeping my distance and really only allowing a few humans, some chosen pets and stuffed animals and a lot of good food into my circle of love, will probably fade out. And I truthfully hope that it does. I know that I am capable and meant to give and accept love more freely, and to trust and embrace many more forms. It is just a matter of learning and experiencing. I am so fortunately blessed to have the best environment and support on this quest for authenticity. Those few humans I mentioned are the most important human beings on this earth, and authentically loving them is and will always be my greatest privilege. 

Cheers ta being inspired by love,

Cassie

Thanksgiving and What's Coming

I love the Holiday season. From Thanksgiving on everything seems more magical. Although, atmospherically speaking, the weather is getting colder and the daylight lesser, the days and nights leading up to Christmas are unmistakingly warm and bright. There are fires going, hot beverages flowing, and sparkly Christmas lights eagerly strung to coincide with the present feelings of happiness and excitement. It is my favorite time of year.

This Thanksgiving (the day that officially initiates these feelings) was the best Thanksgiving to date. Out of all my 23 Thanksgivings, this one was different and special. It was the first real holiday spent with mine and Chloe's large, happy, ever-growing family. My six sisters and brother, Mom and Dad, her sister and brother-in-law, nieces, Mom, and Dad, Uncle Bobby, Kaboo, and Craig and Cordie. I was excited all day. We had our joe and admired our outdoor decorations, watched the Macy's parade and the ever-painfully, hilarious "A Christmas Story", and set up the house leisurely until the late afternoon, when the crowd would arrive.

You would think there would be chaos, or stress with all those people, and yes the police, fire station, and emergency personel did all show, but the joy and comfort of everyone there over-rode any sign or threat of ill-spirit. Chloe and I both believe that our families are meant to be together... all the time. The way we all fit, and the way we belong to each other makes sense. It makes everyone happy to be together. Christmas is the time to be together. To get so extremely full. To be on the verge of bursting, and I am not just referring to food. It is time for everyone to cram together, under blankets, and laugh as we get on each other's nerves. I know this Christmas will be the most special of all my 23 Christmas', just as Thanksgiving was. It's the combination of happy spirits bouncing around each other with glee and hilarity. That's how I can describe all us kids together, and that's how I know Christmas will be pure magic.

Love,
Cassie

Food for Thought

I've often wondered if any of us really pay attention to the role of food in our lives? Really. Think about it. Have you thought about how big of a part food is in your life? It's huge! Eating is just as important as water and breathing. We often talk of how we love food, and what we like to eat, and etc., but there's more to it than that. There's more to it than just devouring flavors, substances and nutritional benefits. There's something truly extraordinary about it. Food can be so entertaining, so exciting---so...ROMANTIC. If we didn't have to eat, if our bodies were made differently and didn't require food like they do, would we experience things the same way without food? Take picnics for example; there'd really be no need to go on a picnic unless you are just planning on sitting on a blanket. You wouldn't need to pack anything to eat because there'd be no such thing as eating. There'd be no dinner parties. There'd be no restaurants! No cooking shows, no celebrity chefs, nothing. No cultured cuisines from foreign lands. Without food, the world would be...dull...or at least, duller than usual.

One thing is for certain, Cassie and I would not be able to live in a foodless world. Even if we were made to not have to eat...something deep down inside of us would know something was missing. We are strong lovers of food. One could say our entire day revolves around food, even though we don't necessarily eat as often as we should. Our days usually get busy, our minds get distracted, and next thing you know--it's going on 3pm and all we've had was a cup of coffee and a few pretzel sticks. That's not simply by our own choice...we are not the meal skipping types. We just happen to get weary from not having any food, therefor causing our minds to get distracted with other things.

We usually like to plan special picnics together. Often times we will visit one of our favorite spots with a blanket, two plastic wine cups, a cooler full of cheese, apples and sparkling water, and a large baguette. We set up in a sunny area and dine with glorious pleasure. Over the summer we'd make elaborate cheese platters and small middle eastern dishes for snacks. Visiting New York with the guys, food was almost a constant (and the best part was that we would walk block after block and eventually burn off all the food we ate, so we could happily eat more).

Today was quite a hysterical experience. We started off first thinking we'd grab some sushi at Wegmans and take it with us to eat at the park. Well, let me tell you. We didn't make it to Wegmans. We had to stop at McDonalds on the way because we got so hungry we couldn't wait any longer, (that little spurt of panic of not eating soon enough overwhelmed us). So there we sat, in the parking lot of McDonalds with two delicious burger/sandwiches, and fresh, hot, salty fries, and ice cold beverages. It was as if God had brought Heaven on earth just for us. We easily could have cried, but held back the tears since we didn't want to mess up our eye makeup.

At the park, we spent a good 40 minutes running around, laughing, playing, and taking pictures of each other. We stayed until the sun vanished behind a large hill and the temperature had dropped to an uncomfortable degree. We rode home and made it back in time for dinner. I had prepared stuffed peppers the day before. Once dinner had ended, we went to the movies to see our current favorite film Skyfall for the second time. Caramel macchiatos were purchased, and I was sneaky enough to carry dark sea salted chocolate in my purse. Timing it right, I'd choose to break off a piece of chocolate from the noisy tinfoil wrapper at a scene where a lot of chaos and commotion was taking place.

You'd think we'd be done eating for the day after all of this, right? Wrong. We make it home and decide to spend some time working on our creativity skills; Cassie draws and I continue to type and navigate my way through eBay--learning tricks of the trade and how to sell properly and maintain a good seller's reputation. It approaches midnight, and all of a sudden our stomaches are rumbling. After contemplating on what to fetch to snack on, we decide to go with leftover pizza from last night. I go in the kitchen and prepare two slices (the last two slices in the box, actually) and serve on two paper plates with napkins. Joy filled our faces. We ate in silence...eager to absorb as much enjoyment out of eating the pizza as possible.

You see, if food wasn't as big of a deal as it is to us, these little moments wouldn't be so fun. They wouldn't be so memorable. Food is inviting, creative, interesting, unique, satisfying, enjoyable, and an art in itself. The world would be meaningless without it. Life would be meaningless without it. That, my friends, is food for thought.

Love,

Chloe

New York, New York

The goal is: Park Avenue. This fall we have ventured into the great city of New York (The Big Apple) twice. Both times have been somewhat spontaneous and unplanned. Our plan was pretty much no plan for our time in the city. We wanted to look at things. The weather was fresh and mild on both occasions, providing maximum comfort and allowing for superior fashion ensembles. As we drive into the city, the cool- factor of the air and the people starts stirring up our own inner confidence and dare I say "swagger." I started building my persona for the day, my big day in the city. I was still on the outside of it in wonder and amazement but throughout my experience I shifted in and out of the energy pulse like I belonged there. These trips were not my first into the city, I had some good exposure under my belt to aid in the feeling of belonging. This last trip, however, solidified the wish of actually living in New York City.

Walking, eating, and looking were the three repeated actions of both trips. Walking through Central Park, up and down Madison, on Lexington, and around museums and stores. Eating in charming french restaurants, and fine italian eateries. Sipping coffees at the Carlyle. Looking at people, nature, buildings, fashion, and art. Taking it all in, enjoying every feeling, and smiling all day with appreciation for what New York City is.

We collectively agree that living in New York City would be so ideal. The possibilities and the access to all kinds of fun, has us committed towards our Park Ave. goal. Leaving the city was another experience. It was sigh- worthy but such a funny combination of happiness and excitement over the day and longing and wishing to stay and/or belong to the city indefinitely. Naturally we requested our soundtrack songs to fit this feeling, and the windows down so we could get the last rush through the tunnel that would pour us out to view the last glimpse of the famous skyline lit up and sparkling. I don't think living in NYC would alter our appreciation and love for it. I think it's part of us, and possibly meant to happen.

Music and Lyrics

As I mentioned in the brief update post- Chloe and I have been working on many projects. You could say we live somewhat of an artists life. Coffee, chocolate, inspiration, project. Our system. Creating music has been an outlet for us for months now. We have successfully compiled four original songs and are working on a few covers. We both love music and composing has been a very exciting adventure. Chloe usually handles the technology used in doing this. I can give her odd descriptions of sounds like "bright", "shakity-shake", "duuuunnnnn da da da dunnn" and she will find exactly what works with the  concept we started with. We have created our own style, kind of a formula that we follow. Usually as we get to the completion of the song, the final verse, or the instrumental fade-out, we decide to really change things up. It is usually an unexpected ending, or an additional tribal instrument that you would think would confuse all ears listening, but somehow it is very much appropriate and one hundred percent original.

We usually start with the title of the song. We get the spark and we know we can run far with the concept. We visualize a scenario or create subject matter that we would like to put to music. Then, as we select some starting beats or piano samples, we start writing our lyrics. Our lyrics are mostly stories; A journey that the listener can follow and appreciate. Once we have most of the music set and established, it is time to record the vocals. This is always an exciting step. It is our real and raw personal sound that we provide for our tracks. When we are satisfied with the combination of music and lyrics, we tweak and edit here and there for perfection. We play it back in our headphones- bobbing our heads and smiling because... we are pleased. Then it is time to hear it on the speakers. We submit our waves to the atmosphere to flow and change the world around us.

As artists, we provide not only music but also video. This is the next step in our creative process. Not only are we gifted in melodies and rhymes, but also filmography and choreography. What would take producers, camera crews, actors, dancers, DJs, technicians, musicians, and editors, simply takes the two of us. We are quite indie. Once our video is filmed and edited, we have completed our work. The project reaches success. It makes us very proud to be involved in all the steps. To take full ownership of our art. We have so many ideas and concepts and it is exciting to know that we will be making music together forever.

Love,
Cassie

Secret Life of an Agent

So Chloe and I saw Skyfall last night (the new James Bond movie). It was a really good film, very entertaining and thrilling, amazing acting, and gripping fight scenes. I really appreciate movies, especially ones that leave you wanting to fight bad guys, solve mysteries or break dance in the streets of Miami, (movies that make you want the lives of the main characters). Although Bond has a tragic, dark side and he is put in horrible physical and mental challenges, the glamour and thrill of saving the day and kicking-butt is very attractive. It throws you back into childhood games of pretend. Being stuck in a helpless situation and acting out the drama in your room or backyard with props or friends and getting so completely lost in the intensity of your imagination. When you were interrupted or called for dinner, your accomplished smile stayed, knowing you were just so totally boss in your secret life. The life of an agent. Someone whose real drama, real action, takes place in a world that no one really sees. Other peoples lives go on around you and are unaffected. Or so they naively think.

Chloe and I still play pretend, thats one thing neither of us lost growing up. It is fun to get lost in your own imaginary world. I still smile knowingly as I exit the dreamworld and sink back into day to day situations. The next level of this, however, is the dreamworld that is shared; the imaginary adventures that you, and another close to you, have together. This is more advanced because it involves being so linked in with one another that you actually see the same images, and feel the same sensations. You start by speaking it out to one another, describing things and playing along and creating a world together. The more that is shared the easier this becomes, and then, what will start to happen is the world you have created no longer needs description or understanding- it is real, it is unspoken, and it is completely understood. This is when you now have someone to smile across the dinner table with after exiting the dreamworld. Sharing is better.

Chloe and I, honestly and truly, share everything. You would think this would cause friction, or competition, or provoke some kind of mental breakdown- not having everything to yourself, but it is actually seamless. Yes, the human side does respond at times with a need for space or singular enjoyment and accomplishment, but I actually believe that sharing everything with someone is a definition of true love. There is sacrifice and selflessness involved in this lifestyle. primarily, but it turns into magic. It turns into something that no one can tamper with. It turns into full-on dreamworld.

Our secret agent life has all the perks of adventure and fun, without the tragic, dark and lonely side effects. Unless we want them for the sake of drama. ;) I can't say that Chloe and I have reached the highest level, but in some moments it feels like we do.

Basorexic Heroes

Just as Cassie has written in the last post, it's been a long time. It's been so long since I've blogged on here as well. Some time last month or so I made an attempt to blog on a separate blog, but failed to muster up enough strength...or, actually, will to blog on this one. A personally ridiculous excuse, I know, but again--as Cassie has mentioned: we've been very busy. We've been spending our days living life to the fullest. It feels as though my beloved sister has been living with me for years; almost as if we've grown up together. It's hard to believe she's only been here since June. Personally, I go with the feeling we've grown up together---whether it was in another world or realm, it doesn't matter. It feels true, and that's what's most important.

I have learned so much from my dear, symbiotic twin. I have learned that as much as we laugh and get along blissfully, we also tend to get in little testy situations with one another. Nothing major or unmanageable, of course. Usually any disagreement is solved by laughter at the complexity of the situation, or by simply "putting an end" to the conversation that led us to disagree in the first place. The best part about having such a companion as Cassie? We can talk about anything. I can tell her anything,  state my opinions, vent, burn off steam, or simply cry---and she understands me. Even if I don't make any sense, or if I can't explain myself the way I'd prefer, she gets it. It's like we share the same brain. I've had experiences before where I'd try to express how I'm feeling to others and they take it as Chloe's just in a weird mood. Next thing I know, I'm cut off short and left with an unresolved situation or unsettling feeling within my very self. With Cassie it's different. Nothing is ever awkward or uncomfortable to bring up. Arguments never last more than 5 minutes at max! There isn't a chance that we'd take to be gone from each other for an hour. 10 minutes alone is far too much when we could be together having a picnic somewhere enchanting. 

Rarely do I ever sleep alone, and if I do, it's only when we go down to visit her family in Baltimore. That's when I sleep on the guest bed in her younger sister's room. That's when I gaze out the window in the middle of the night and think of how blessed I am to have such a family. Cassie and I stay together every night. It's usually the odd hours of the night that one could find us laughing hysterically on her bed, looking at ridiculous photos on pinterest. The two of us share very similar tastes in food, (even though I crave salt as often as she craves sugar) humor, and of course...men. Except Ryan Gosling. I don't understand how she likes him. I find him weird. I only think he's attractive in the movie the Notebook, even though I've never actually sat down and watched it. Anyway! The two of us suffer from basorexia. That is the craving of being kissed by a very attractive man. Of course, we haven't met the men we dream about. Chances are they don't exist on this earth. But, even if they don't, we still continue to miss them. Basorexia can be difficult; especially when you are looking up pictures of all your favorite dreamboat actors, and listening to romantic music. We do this to ourselves. We eventually get frustrated with ourselves and settle the situation by eating something or changing the subject. 

Though we can easily go off on tangents about how we can't stand men, and list all of the things that they do that bother us, we are hopeless romantics; and we have high expectations of our ideal Prince Charming. But you know what? We wouldn't want it any other way. Our lives wouldn't be so hilarious and entertaining as they are now. We wouldn't have feelings and things to inspire us. We have grown so close in such a short amount of time that it's literally impossible to even think of what life was like before we became such great friends...in fact, we choose not to look back on the past. It's like trying to open up a wrapper you just stuck chewed gum in. You just don't do that. It's weird.

Being the close-knit sisters that we are, we've established a few little traditions. Whenever we enter our neighborhood development, we always have to have a good song playing. Whenever something epic happens to us, we have to listen to an epic song full blast with the windows down...even if it's super cold out. When I got my license, we blasted David Bowie's Heroes and screamed at the top of our lungs. Recently, we listened to that same song driving through the Lincoln Tunnel leaving New York City. We turned up the volume, rolled down the windows, unbuckled our seatbelts, and stuck our upper bodies out the window and absorbed the dreamy, golden glow of the tunnel lights. We gazed at the skyline of the city and pretended we were in a music video. It was beautiful. It was romantic. It was breathtaking...just like our lives. 

Our friendship is indescribable. It is totally amazing, and people just couldn't understand unless they knew us well enough. I never thought a friendship could be so wonderful, and mean so much. I never thought I'd be so lucky to have a sister I could completely relate to, and to totally be so close to. Cassie is my other half. She is my sister, and I love her dearly.

peace out,

Chloe

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It's Been A Long Time

This blog has been neglected. It has come to my mind and left quickly, over the past few months, due to my invalid excuse of not being able to write. Truth is, I can and should write. There have been a lot of unrecorded adventures and earth- changing experiences in the time that I have not been writing. My sister and I have been experiencing so much with each other. Many humorous circumstances, moving moments, and note-worthy occasions. To go through all of them and re-tell would be a lot to take in, so I am going to give an update the best I can. It is time to get reacquainted. Chloe and I, first of all, still adore coffee. We begin our days with it, we rely so heavily on it, and we light up like Christmas trees thinking about it. We have been collaborating on many art projects, ranging from drawings, posters, buildings, and music. Working together has brought us many moments of comedic relief. We have very similar points of view on things, very similar taste and style when it comes to what we find aesthetically pleasing; and when we are creating, when we are coming up with original and truly artistic work, our ideas blend very well together. It's a form of magic. This is not to say that we do not get hungry, tired, and stubborn. That threatening combination has led to some points of disagreement, but those same moments are the comedic moments I was referring to.

So you could say we have been in production over the long period of non-blogging. We have been working, which feels like playing, which leads me to more of what we have been up to. There has been a lot of fun in parks, cities, beaches, zoos, grass, theaters, pools, automobiles, bedroom floors, coffee shops, dinner tables, restaurants, craft stores and bookstores. We have soaked up precious sun, and gazed at powerful storms. We have been acting our age- which is- young. The world is struggling- that is a fact. There is a lot to scare you, upset you, or discourage you, but what amazes me are the extreme blessings on my sister and I's lives. The everyday fun is always in full-swing, guarded and unspoiled. That is what we treasure and that is priority. Making ever day special. That has been the theme of this blog since we started it. That has been the theme of our friendship as well. I am pleased to report that that has remained, even though much has been unrecorded here, it is set and placed firmly in both of our hearts.

I hope to be blogging more these days- that is really up to me. Although this update is brief, it is a start and gateway to more writings.

Love always,
Cassie

Livin on the Wild Side

Summer vacation came and went but according to my companion and I, it still continues. We have had so many incredible adventures this summer. Everyday has shown us something new, something exciting, something totally unexpected.

We went on two vacations: sea isle city in new jersey, and Bethany in Delaware. We have had numerous trips down to and fro Baltimore, and have spent a lot of time with family and friends. We have done wild things. Spur-of-the-moment decisions of going canoeing, picnicking, or taking up archery classes.

We have established quite a bond between us. We have developed an undefeatable relationship. Our friendship goes beyond two pals who live together and have a lot in common. We have graduated to a sisterhood level so extreme that any time spent apart seems wrong and completely unbearable.

One time Cassie had to go do massages for a few clients at a place about an hour from where we live. We both experienced severe separation anxiety and had to be reunited within a time frame of 8 hours. When we finally reunited, we felt different. We felt like we hadn't seen each other in years. The situation was awkward for a bit; eventually we were able to cry and hug it out : unnoticed by others sitting at the dinner table. In a public restaurant. Surrounded by people.

Until the time I go for my official drivers license, I have been driving Cassie around everywhere. I've gotten very relaxed in the car, and have handled pretty severe situations pretty well: bees flying around in the car, a truck hitting another truck behind us, etc. We are very fortunate. God has been so good and had kept us safe from any accidents, unfortunate events, and so forth. We take Him with us everywhere we go. He is a part of our journeys 24/7. Without Him, we wouldn't have had the most incredible summer.

Another Beautiful Celebration

Midnight strikes and I'm struggling to finish my poem. I get texts from my mom, telling me she's ready when I am. Racing against the clock, I finally finish and roll up the poem and place it inside a bottle decorated with a picture of the birthday girl and myself.

Into the kitchen I run, and begin icing three banana rum cupcakes with a honey cinnamon concoction. My mom comes in with bags of gifts, laughing at her struggle to be quiet hence the rustle and bustle of the paper bags. I top the selected cupcake with a little truck candle.

As I light it, both of us jump as we hear footsteps approaching down the hall. My mom laughs and rushes down, pushing the girl following the shadow back into her room, and with a chuckle I hear her say: "oh you look adorable--stay here for a while!"

Mom comes rushing back in, telling me to hurry up. Finally everything Is ready. My mom and I slowly make our way towards the birthday girl's room, and when we reach her bedroom door, my mom slips a hand in and turns off the lights. We open the door and process in with the candle-lit cupcakes, bags and gifts, singing in a whisper a jolly "happy birthday, Alpacino!" and there she stands, totally surprised and head full of rollers, in little cream colored lacy pajamas.

What an adorable sight it was! To see my beloved sister sitting there, eyes wide, mouth open with excitement, opening all her gifts and admiring her birthday loot. We sat on the floor and ate cupcakes and drank tea. We laughed and got emotional thinkin of how wonderful this life is. It was a wonderful way to start off Cassie's birthday, and there's still so much more celebration to take place!! We have only just begun!!


Love,
Chloe

Celebrations of Life

Two weeks into July, and already the pace is picked up and the celebrations have kick- started.  Having the biggest national holiday commence my favorite month helps set the tone. July 4th -America's Birthday. July 10th- my Dad's birthday. July 15th- my Mom's birthday. July 18th- my birthday. In between birthday celebrations there are day trips, beach vacations, and graduation celebrations. It's a month of cake and candles, pool time and family time. 

July 4th was a very special memory for me and my sister, Chloe. We spent the day baking pies, and having underwater contests in the pool. We had a wonderful soundtrack of Midnight in Paris playing the whole day. This particular soundtrack is one that has the ability to transport the listener back in time and bring forth silly, simple, and lovely feelings. It also can be played over and over and not become tiresome or repetitive. It was a truly joyful day. As the sun was setting, the clouds were forming all kinds of shapes, lit from within with shades of pink and orange. The country had been in a dry-spell and many fires had caused damage over the previous days, but a storm was brewing past our orange clouds. We had noticed far-off lightening, but the preparation and set-up for the fireworks show was already underway. Just as Chloe and I had picked our viewing spots, and the guys gave us the word that they were ready, the storm clouds began rolling in faster. We heard the rain first and then felt it, like water balloons bursting on us. As we yelled to hurry and set the fire works off- our soundtrack began with the up-beat and bouncy anthem of "The Can-Can" followed by "The 18th Overture". As we were scurrying and dodging water balloons the first few booms went off. Our fireworks were bursting bright through the heavy rains as we danced and laughed and cheered. No risk of forest fires here. We were protected and our show was more lively and the joyfulness continued. 

This bang was the perfect way to start our celebratory month. My Dad's birthday was next. Complete with a home-cooked meal, dancing and singing, and story telling. We took a family portrait with my sister's professional camera and laughed as another soundtrack of Sherlock Holmes, Game of Shadows, was playing. Trying not to burst when my Mom is shouting out strange alternatives for "cheese" at the camera like, Ciao Bellaaaa! My Dad, seated in the middle, with a charming top-hat and authentic smile- surrounded by his girls and his gentlemanly son. It was a special moment to capture. More life. We wanted our Dad to feel how much we loved him and how much he means to his children, and I believe the point got across. 

This past weekend, we celebrated my Mom's birthday. She is always giving and always making celebrations so special. Her love and guidance is irreplaceable and as her daughter, I feel she should be celebrated daily. She has given so much life to our family, not just by birthing eight healthy children but by showing us girls a strong and vibrant example of a happy woman. 

And now... I anticipate my birthday. It will be a truly happy celebration for me this year because I have been given so many presents already- throughout the entire year. I am so thankful, and so ready to celebrate. The Big Guy is bringing out all the goodness and filling all these moments with Himself. That is what makes these parties celebrations of life. 

Cheers to my Beautiful Friend

There's so much I could say about Cassie. Limiting it down to just a few adjectives is difficult because it's impossible to just name a few. There aren't enough characters in the entire alphabet to spell words to describe her. There aren't even any proper words to use as descriptions. There is only love. Pure, simple, old fashioned love. I can only describe her as the most loving young woman you could ever meet.

I could only describe her as the most lovable, lovely, love-loving young woman I have ever met. Everything about her is beautiful. Everything she does is wonderful. And she's funny! Oh so funny!! She can make me laugh so hard tears stream down my cheeks and I immediately develop a solid six pack.

She just makes me so happy. I really had no other motive writing this than to just share my absolute feelings. I guess I just wanted the world to know how much I love my sister. (:

So cheers.
Cheers to my beautiful friend.


Love,

Chloe