A date that ended horribly wrong that I wish I could delete

Things have been a little serious lately around here with my stories, so let me lighten the mood a little and tell you a dating story. It may make you laugh….shake your head in disbelief…or make you think I’m a horrible person…(I did tell you guys earlier I was far from perfect…this is a judge free zone here, right?)

I went on a date with a guy last year. Bless his heart, such a sweet, nice guy, but just not the guy for me. As soon as I met him and gave him the most awkward hug in America, I just knew instantly. But, I was determined to make the most of the date. We had dinner that evening on a Friday night. In fact, it was the night that Donald Trump came to the city that I live in, for a rally for an upcoming Senate election. I’m telling you this, because it does have some relevance to my story. So we have dinner, and I did in fact try my hardest to make the most of the evening, but by the end, I was ready to leave.  We leave dinner and end the date with the second most awkward hug in America. The first being the hug we had at the beginning of the date, keep up here people.

As I’m leaving the restaurant, I decide to “treat myself” and head to Sonic to get some ice cream.  While I’m waiting for my ice cream, I decide it’s the perfect time to fill in two of my girlfriends about how the date went. So I have the brilliant idea to send snapchats of me explaining how bad the date was to my girlfriends. Well if you couldn’t tell, I love to tell a good story and proceed to explain everything that happened on the date.  Not gonna lie, I was trying to be cute and funny and so I may have embellished a bit and cranked up the dramatics in these Snapchat’s. I finish sending the snaps to my friends, get my ice cream, and start to head home after a quick stop at Walmart.

On my way from Sonic to Walmart, traffic is backed up because some roads are closed because of the President being in town. A short 5 minute drive took longer, and so naturally what do I do? Pull out my phone and take a snap complaining of the traffic and post it on my public snap story. Cell signals were so slow that evening and had to be related to the amount of people around. I get to Walmart finally, and as I’m walking into the store, I decide to check my snap stories for some reason. I open the app and to my horror, realize I had accidentally posted two of the private messages that were meant for my girlfriends to my public story, that all my friends can see. I immediately delete them and am relieved to see that no one had viewed them. Whooooo! That was a close one, serves me right. I finish my trip to Walmart and head home finally.

When I get home I get a text from the guy I went on the date with. This was the second text he had sent, the first thanking me for a nice evening. I’m able to see the first few lines of the message in my text preview and all I see is, “those snaps were a bit harsh….

The genius that I am is confused for a minute. Then I assume, “oh shoot, maybe he’s a Donald Trump fan and the snap I posted earlier complaining about traffic offended him. Was that snap offensive??? I wasn’t dissing Donald, just annoyed about traffic…. (The way my mind works) But then I realize, and as soon as I realize it, it’s like straight out of a movie and everything is in slow motion, and I let out a long and remorseful “Nooooooooooo!” He saw the snaps?!? How could this be? I deleted them? It said it had zero views!! Wait, what’s going on here??

So I immediately call the two girlfriends, who I was filling in earlier about the date. They both don’t answer, thanks guys, I really appreciated that. So I call another girlfriend and ask her to go and watch my snap story and tell me what she sees. She calls me back and talks about a post from earlier that day, my Donald snap, and “oh yeah you’re complaining about a date you went on tonight….“.

Cue the long slow motion Noooooo!

Long story short, a major Snapchat glitch happened to me that night. On my phone, from my viewpoint, the snaps were gone and had been deleted. However, people could still view it in my story and it was still present. The next thing I tried to do, was deleting all of my posts from that day, which then in turn deleted everything EXCEPT the two snaps of me complaining about the date. Are you kidding me right now? Is this a joke? With every second that passed I continued to freak out more and more, I had to remove this.  After a few more panic attacks, I decide to deactivate my account. This for sure removed the posts along with my account as well. Serves me right. When I reactivated my account the next morning, they were finally gone.

I think the most surprising part of the story is how graceful the guy was about the whole situation. I couldn’t apologize enough; there was nothing I could do or say to fix the hurt I caused. I was trying to be funny, get a reaction out of my friends, and ended up hurting someone in the process. That was probably one of the worse feelings I’ve ever felt. Knowing that I hurt someone and how ugly I was to them. And to make matters even worse, the guy forgave me, he told me it was okay. But the truth of the matter was, what I did was absolutely not okay. He didn’t have to forgive me. Lord knows, I wouldn’t have forgiven him that fast and I would’ve been in tears if the roles had been reversed.

All this to say, I learned a lot of lessons that night. But the main thing I learned and experienced was grace. Here is a guy who I don’t really know, I was just so mean to him, but yet he was so graceful. His display of grace, taught me a lesson in how I should react to others when they hurt me. I heard the Lord loud and clear that night. That entire situation gave clarity on things I had lingering in my life, even things unrelated to that date.

So while I would’ve preferred that whole situation to have never happened, there was a message in the mess and let me tell you, it was received loud and clear.

“For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God, not as a result of works, so that no one may boast.” – Ephesians 2:8-9

I like to move it, move it…..except when nothing is ready

Take a minute and think about where you live: everything you own, all the furniture, all the things hung on the walls.  Now let me ask you this: Could you move everything out of your house today, right now? You have the whole day, but nothing is packed, no moving truck has been booked, no storage unit rented, and no preparation whatsoever.  Well before you underestimate yourself, let me tell you that it is possible and pretty much describes how the weekend went when I decided to move out.

The day was Saturday, June 11, 2016 when I knew it was time to end the relationship I was in and move out of the house we shared.  In fact, the Friday before is the day I officially realized that it was time (side note: more like way over due time but time nonetheless). I remember sitting at a Chick-Fil-A on my lunch break Friday afternoon and my mind racing, trying to figure out my plan. Probably the one and only time a Chick-Fil-A Chicken sandwich couldn’t entice me to eat. I’ll never forget that feeling. More than anything, I was just ready. Ready to be alone, ready to figure out what Cassie thinks, what Cassie likes, what Cassie believes, but scared out of my mind nonetheless. So on that Saturday, June 11, 2016 I moved out.  However, the morning of, I had nothing packed, no moving truck, no storage unit, no preparation whatsoever.  Sounded like a logical plan that made total sense, right?  😉

I woke up at 6 a.m. that Saturday morning. I knew what I had to get done, but that didn’t make it any easier. I remember the first thing I had to do was find a storage unit and
a moving truck. I began calling different places and the Lord provided. I found
a reasonable storage unit available and a U Haul that I could rent from the
same place.  I remember trying to hold it together while I was on the phone with the owner, trying to figure out how big of a unit I needed.  I got off the phone and immediately broke down. I got myself together though and continued on. The next thing I needed to do was find people to help me move out.  I began calling people and the Lord Provided.  I did a few other logistical things that morning, including the routine of breaking down and then pulling myself together.  The next things I had to do: pick up my U Haul, sign paperwork at my storage unit, stop at walmart for tape and wrapping paper, and then head to get my things.  Ironically, my then boyfriend and I had kept a lot of the boxes I used when I moved in……it was like an unspoken agreement we had to keep the boxes and not throw them out (that’s what I like to call a sign people, the Holy Spirit, a red flag, tomato, potato, you get the picture).  But nonetheless, the Lord had provided boxes.

So here I am driving to the house in this huge U Haul.  Nothing is packed at the house, nothing ready to go.  I get to the house and immediately it’s like a whole another person
takes over.  I’m focused, on a mission, and there is absolutely no more crying right now.  (Side note: Okay, so I did have my moments where I would sneak into a closet, allow myself two, maybe three tears and then tell myself to get it together and get back to work.) I start packing things up, throwing things in boxes, trying to stay as organized as possible as fast as possible.  Is that even possible?  However, there were two things I had to keep in mind the entire time:
1. Figuring out which stuff was his and mine.
2. Keeping clothes out and other things that I would need for the next week (keep in mind that even though my world felt like it was ending, life was still going on and I had work on Monday).
I look back at that day and am amazed myself.  I managed to pack everything up, and with the help of others, load it onto the U Haul in about 5 hours….Have you seen my closet? Because if you have, then you’d be amazed to.

As I drive away from the house, in the now packed U Haul, I call a few of my friends and family. Once again, I try so hard to keep it together, but keep losing it on the phone.  At that point of the day, it was around 5 or 6:00 p.m I want to say, but it felt like
the longest day of my life.  I was exhausted, physically and emotionally, not to mention still in shock from what just occurred.  I drove the U Haul to my storage unit and left it parked overnight with my entire life in the back to unload the next day. Side note: Once I got to my storage unit, I ended up accidentally locking the keys inside the cab of the U Haul…..-_-  After some help from my parents and some police officers we were able to get the keys out (I managed to escape having to pay a lock smith to come out, did I mention the Lord is good)?
Very long story short (too late), I did it. I took the plunge, ended the relationship, and moved out all in one weekend.  But I didn’t do it alone, I did it with the help of God.

God in the form of the people who helped me move out that day.   God in the form of my ex boyfriend who helped me move out and made the breakup as civil as possible.  God in the form of the police officers who came to help unlock the keys out of the U Haul.  God in the form of my parents who helped me move and stay with them until I found an apartment.  God in the form of the owner of the Storage Unit who let me rent the U Haul truck on a Sunday even though they were closed.  And God in the form of the many other friends and family who were there for me during that time.  They encouraged me, supported me, listened to me, sent me a cute Alex and Ani bracelet and card to my work one day, just to say that they loved me and were here for me.  If that doesn’t have God and Jesus written all over it, I don’t know what does.

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”  -Joshua 1:9

The Best M&M Cookie Recipe

I love making these M&M cookies for parties, work, or just to have at home. They are so easy and quick to make.  Not to mention, I always get so many compliments whenever I make them.  I originally found the recipe on Pinterest and the page can be found here. I have added a few of my own findings to the recipe below.

Soft and Chewy M&M Cookies


  • 1/2 cup unsalted butter, softened (1 stick)
  • 1/2 cup light brown sugar, packed
  • 1/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 1 large egg
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1/4 cup instant vanilla pudding mix (not cook-and-serve, not sugar-free)
  • 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt, or to taste
  • 3/4 cup M&M’S, plus more for adding to dough mounds
  • 1/2 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips, plus more for adding to dough mounds
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My New Year’s Eve Disappointment

I had such high expectations for my New Year’s Eve last year.  My friends and I went to a big masquerade party complete with food, a live band, dancing, and all of your typical annoying party horns and new years props.  It was a formal party that we got to dress up for. I was so excited! My first single New Year’s eve! The possibilities were endless.  I had the typical New Years fantasy that every single girl has at one time or another.  Go to this party, meet a special someone, and at the stroke of midnight, have a new years kiss that rocked my world! Anyone else? Just me who has this fantasy?Jan

We get to the party and start to eat and dance.  To my extreme disappointment, I’m pretty sure there were only 4 single people there that night at the party.  Me and my two friends and this other guy we met, who for the life of me, I can’t remember his name.  Everyone there was coupled up, not to mention it seemed to be an older crowd.  Adding on to that extreme disappointment, the only kiss I had at midnight, was the kiss goodbye to my fantasy that completely did not happen.  The night winds down, party is ending and we are leaving.  On the way out we met a girl who was waiting on her boyfriend to come out of the bathroom.  When he came out, they annoyingly started being the cutest couple ever, all in love and what not. I say annoyingly because I was hating, mad hard, and for the first time the realization of being single set in.

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Now this is a story all about how, my life got flipped, turned upside down.

Alright this is it! It’s go time! Time for me to share my first story on my single journey I started back in June 2016.

Let me start by asking the question, why do people stay in relationships when they aren’t happy? When they know it’s not in God’s Will? When they know that the person they are with is not their future spouse? Well, my answer to this 2 years ago would’ve been, “Well we live together, we’ve been through a lot, I have my routine, I’m comfortable, I may not be happy but I feel secure and stable, and God? Who dat?”

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All the Single Ladies!!!

So if you read my last blog post you know the why. Why I started this blog. But now let me cover the what. What is this blog going to be about? What can be expected?

I’m a firm believer in the expression “There’s a reason for my season.”  I’m 26 years old and have been single for a year and half. Before that, I was in long term, back to back relationships. I began my single journey in the summer of 2016. And let me tell you, that was an experience I’ll never forget and that I’ll talk about and share soon. I’m a completely different person than the girl I was 2 years ago. I know who I am, I love myself, but most importantly have a relationship with God. Don’t get me wrong, just like with anything else in life, being single isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be. It took me awhile to get to the place that I currently am in my single season of life. I’m going to be real with you and tell you that sometimes it’s frustrating, discouraging, and not fun waiting for the man God has for me. It’s natural to want to get married, start a family, and start that journey of life.

Are you with me still? Have I lost you yet? In a nutshell I’ll be sharing my testimony which includes past relationship experiences and my dating stories. That’s right, the good, the bad, and the funny. 2017 was the year I started casually dating and child let me tell you, that has been another experience in itself that I’ll also talk about and share soon. It’s hard out there in those streets dating as a Christian woman trying to find my future husband. Can I get an Amen?
PSA: this is not a Taylor Swift, ex boyfriend bashing outlet. This is me sharing my experiences and my journey. I will not be sharing names, telling other people’s life stories, or using this to point out anyone else’s flaws except my own. Because let’s be real, I and anyone for that matter, has no place to judge anyone. I also can’t speak on behalf of anyone and have no right to tell anyone’s stories except my own. I will respect everyone’s privacy and even my own to a certain extent.

 But just as life isn’t only about boys and relationships, I will be sharing other things as well on here. I have many other hobbies, interests, and stories to share.

Everything from baking to beauty tips. Occasionally, I may slip a random home decor DIY or infamous Snapchat story that I love to make on here. So if you’re interested and would like to join me on this journey then get ready for some corny jokes, stories that’ll make you laugh, maybe shed a tear, but stories that are 100% real and honest.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”          -Jeremiah 29:11

What the heck am I doing?

It’s 11:20 p.m. on a Tuesday Night and I’ve been reseraching the past 2 hours, “How to start a blog.”  I literally have no idea what I’m doing. This morning when I woke up, I had no idea I’d be starting a blog today.  It’s ironic, because just this past weekend I was talking to my Mom and Stepdad about things I wanted to do.  “I want to start a blog,” were my exact words; however, I never thought I’d actually follow through with it.  Fast forward to tonight, I had dinner with one of my best friends (shout out to you mejor amiga!).  We were talking and reviewing everything that has happened in 2017, because naturally that’s what you do right before the new year.  I shared with her some journal entries that I had been writing this past year and how I wanted so badly to share them with others, but didn’t have a platform…… Coincidence I had just mentioned starting a blog 2 days prior? I think not.  So here I am!!! Welcome to my first blog post! I’m so excited to start this journey and share my stories with others.  Which brings me to Why?  Why am I starting a blog? What is my goal with this?

I am starting this blog to share my testimony, journey, and crazy embarrassing stories I’ve experienced.  If my stories can help just one person, then this is all worth it.  If I can make someone laugh, bring a little bit of joy into their day, or just help them realize that they aren’t crazy, then that brings me joy . It’s encouraging to know there’s someone else who has experienced what you are going through or is currently right there along with you going through life’s daily battles.  

Well of course with anything new, fear, doubt, and anxiety comes with it.  Aka the enemy walks right in and tries to discourage you from doing what you are called to do.  The one thing that scares me the most about this blog is the fear of being judged.  I’m far from perfect and have made my fair share of mistakes. But mistakes that I most certainly have learned from and can use to help others.  By opening up and sharing, a sense of vulnerability comes as well, a loss of power.  At the end of the day, God is in control.  So here’s me asking God to use me, use this blog, and use these stories to help others.  Show others there is hope and that life with God is so much easier than life on your own.

“Do not fear, for I am with you; Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God.   I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, Surely I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”                                                     – Isaiah 41:20 NASB