A few tid-bits

I saw this on my friend Jenny's blog and filling in my answers. Jenny, I hope you don't mind me stealing your format!

I am: Cassie
I think: Frank Sinatra was a great artist, but not a very nice man...unfortunately.
I know: too many random facts about celebrities...not always useful.
I want: to read more, to be tidier, to have a grown-up job, to be a mom, to be the best wife possible.
I wish: I could work up the guts to be on Survivor.
I hate: broccoli.
I miss: my long-distance family and my friends in foreign countries. But I'm excited to see them soon!
I fear: fear itself, and scary movie previews.
I feel: my feet throbbing from a long day at Caribou.
I hear: Gerrit playing video games. :)
I smell: coffee on my hands! No matter what I do, it won't come off!
I crave: McDonald's all the time. "Supersize Me" had no affect on me. I've had this craving since I was little.
I search: for clean clothes in my laundry basket because I throw them in there whether they are dirty or not.
I wonder: what our kids will look like (Lord willing, we have them).
I regret: buying that shirt at Target. It's actually not cute at all.
I love: God, Gerrit, my family, my friends
I ache: for those who ache...and also for a massage.
I care: too little for endangered species.
I always: have a routine for everyday activities (OCD???)
I am not: motivated to exercise.
I believe: and I know that Jesus died for my sins, rose again, and is coming back one day.
I dance: more awkwardly now than I did in high school. I think my years at Northwestern drained me of rhythm.
I sing: way better when I'm alone. Though, I'm a pretty easy judge on myself...more of a Paula than a Simon.
I cry: whenever I see a bride walk down the aisle...whether I know her or not!
I don't always: do what I'm told (Gerrit said, "that sounds about right").
I fight: about silly things. I typically think I'm right. I need to work on this.
I write: too few blogs; my Sunday sermon notes and other quotes into a little book.
I win: at the game "Life" and Gerrit gets upset that he "didn't catch any breaks!" I love the game because there is so little strategy.
I lose: at most other games I play.
I never: eat the clam chowder at Christmas. I can't bring myself to do it.
I confuse: Memorial Day with Labor Day. Actually, I know what Memorial Day is. But Labor Day is...? I'm sure the whole Magee side of the family is disowning me right as you read this. I know they are important though! Please, still love me! Edit: Gerrit filled me in, bless his heart.
I listen: and then give my opinion. I should really start asking if people want my opinion.
I can usually be found: watching a reality television show.
I am scared: of noises in our apartment.
I need: to go to bed.
I am happy about: my life in general. I've been very blessed by God with an amazing husband, a wonderful family, great friends and most importantly, a relationship with Him.
I hope: to blog more later. Love you all!

Can you beat my score?

This is Gerrit, not Cassie. Thought I'd pick up some of her slack. :)

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The Latest

Man, I'm a terrible blogger. Sorry, everyone! Well, the latest news is that Gerrit and I are looking for a new place of residence. We aren't looking to buy just yet. Maybe in another year. So far, we've just been looking at ads in the paper and online. I'm looking for something like this.
I particularly like the extensive grounds, the hired help, and of course, the walk-in closets. It might be a few years down the road till we achieve this. But I know we'll get there! I guess I'll settle for a mouse-free apartment or house. :)

I also just got a new job at Caribou Coffee. This is a temporary solution until I find a grown-up job. But for now, I'm enjoying the atmosphere and the people I work with. However, working at a coffee shop is nothing like visiting one. It's hard work! The first time I attempted to steam milk, it splattered EVERYWHERE! It was only slightly traumatizing and I don't think any customers noticed. Thankfully, my manager was very nice about it and did the same thing the next day! Apparently it happens to everyone. Tomorrow I have to take a test about coffee and make 3 drinks. This is more nerve-racking than college finals! Somebody actually has to drink my final exam! So much pressure.

Tonight, Gerrit is playing softball in a league with his good friend, Dave. I will be playing the role of the supportive wife in the stands. Gerrit said I didn't have to come if I would be bored. I said, "Oh, I'll be bored. But I'm coming." I'm missing Survivor for this! But I love the boy, so what can I do? We really need TiVo. That's all for now. Love to all!

Happy Birthday, Gerrit!

Today is Gerrit's 24th birthday. I promised him that one day I would blog about how great he is, so today seemed to be an appropriate day to do that. I'll probably embarrass him a little bit and maybe even myself for being so mushy, but he's worth it. So here it goes--a list (though incomplete because I could go on-and-on) of what makes Gerrit so great:
-he loves God.
-he loves his family. He's a great brother and son to them and they love him back!
-he loves my family (which means a lot to me!) and they love him back!
-he's a great friend
-he's a hottie. I never tire of looking at him. :)
-he's great at giving compliments (and gives them often)
-he's sensitive toward my feelings
-he's very manly (that's a true statement and one to make-up for the "sensitive" comment)
-he's happy when I'm happy and he's sad when I'm sad..
-he's really funny (and I'm not the only one that thinks so! that's a good sign!)
-he's sentimental
-he still attempts to surprise me, even though I usually ruin the surprise by guessing too much
-he's okay with doing nothing with me
-he's a wonderful listener
-he's very passionate about sports (surprisingly enough, I actually wanted this trait in a husband, so this is great!)
-he wants kids someday and I know he'll be a wonderful dad.
-he takes great care of me. He's always putting my needs first. which brings me to:
-he's very selfless. I can't seem to one-up him in being thoughtful and helpful!
-he plays a mean guitar and has a lovely singing voice
-he's quirky
-he's tidier than I am
-he's prays with me when I'm feeling anxious and is a calming influence
-he laughs at me when I freak out about little things, which makes me laugh
-he attempts to understand me even when I don't make sense to myself
-he's encouraging
-he challenges me to be a better me
-he's just wonderful.Happy Birthday, Gerrit. I love you so much.

Road Trip

I took a trip to my hometown for a couple days. My Grandma, my sister, Courtney and 2 nieces were visiting, so it seemed like a good time to go. Aubrey was disappointed that Gerrit wasn't with me. Her first question as I walked through the door was, "Where's Gerrit?" I guess I'm not the cool one anymore. Actually, when I told Aubrey that Gerrit and I were getting married last year she said, "But I was gonna marry Gerrit!" I'm glad I got to him first! I had fun coloring with Aubrey. We attempted to make bubble letters. She's well on her way to being a great artist. Jozie's a little character. She's so animated! She would follow me around the house with her pillow. When I stopped, she would stop, put down her pillow, and lay down.
I also had fun with my parents and Grandma. We went to see "The Other Boleyn Girl." I give it 3 out of 5 stars. It was a bit dark for my liking.
My mom, Grandma and I had a great talk about the joys of labor. At this point, my dad promptly left the room. How this came up? I don't know. But it was interesting to hear their insights and a great reminder that I am not ready to have a baby just yet! (as if I needed the reminder!) Anyway, it was good to be home, as always.

Caught!

Let it be known that Gerrit is a big, strong man. He has caught the mouse. On Thursday night, the little beast (the mouse, not Gerrit) was getting rather bold...or desperate. We saw it multiple times. Gerrit's senses were becoming acutely aware of its every move as we tried to sleep. He attempted and succeeded (temporarily) in trapping it in the closet. On Friday, we had the maintenance man seal up the holes in our apartment. And by Sunday morning, the mouse was on a sticky trap. The beast of a mouse that had destroyed our peaceful, hygienic apartment living was only an inch long! Just a little guy! Gerrit successfully disposed the sticky trap and mouse. Gross. Thank you all for your prayer meetings and support regarding this matter. I know it's been on your hearts and minds as much as it has been on mine. :)
Update 3/18/08: We have caught a second mouse. I'm so disgusted.

Come on, Spring!

It's so stinking nice outside today! I'm getting tired of the snow. The 40 degree weather is looking pretty good right now. I wish I had an unemployed friend to take a walk with. (me in 2nd grade --->)
I'm still in the job searching process. I thought I had found a really wonderful opportunity. The job post made it sound like a great entry-level marketing position (that's how they get ya). Turns out it wasn't at all what they said it would be. The job involves door-to-door sales (and is possibly a pyramid scheme). No thanks. In my opinion, if they haven't found a better way than that to advertise, they are doing something wrong. Thankfully, Gerrit's friend, Matt had already interviewed for the same position a while back (and quickly realized he didn't want the job). So, I let them know I wouldn't be coming in for the interview. Matt felt bad for shattering my dreams; though, I've never dreamed of being a door-to-door salesperson. So, job well done, Matt. Thanks for letting me know before I had to go to an awkward interview. And thank you, Gerrit, for putting up with your (hopefully soon-to-not-be) unemployed wife. I love you.