Stress

Lately, life has been stressful. Like... REALLY stressful, and I'm not entirley sure how to release stress. I hate taking walks (I'm lazy), and I hate exercise (See previous reason). But I DO take yoga, which does (to a certain extent) help. But lately, my 'hormones' have been on HIGH, and I've decided to yell at people. Which sorta-kinda-maybe brings up the subject of me being a hater. (Yes, a hater!)

I guess I'm just not a people-person, much like my US His. teacher. Set me in the middle of nowhere in a big green pasture, filled with animals (dogs, horses, birds, rabbits, etc.), and maybe my favorite person in the world (Mr. Husband-strong man) (which also leads to *ANOTHER* tangent), and I would literally, be as happy as a duck in a pond (as happy as I could get, anyway).

You can ask just about anybody. Since Jr. High, I used to carpool with this kid (who, surprise, I don't like!), and every morning, we would see someone 'new', and I would say, "I don't like that kid. (S)He did such and such to me!" Or, "That kid is so dumb. (S)He did this and this to me!" Finally, after enduring about 2 years  of my complaint, he said, "You really don't like anyone, do you?"

Well, here, Mr. BS Cheese- I DON'T!!!! ESPECIALLY YOU!!! It's not even your fault. It's mainly because one certain girl (Viewmont Belle) used to tease me that I liked you when it was really she that liked you! And I told her I didn't like you, but she said, "Don't deny it, Cassie! You LOVE BS Cheese!" And I would say "Viewmont Belle! SHUT UP! I do not
DO NOT
DO NOT
 DO NOT
DO NOT

like him. Not in the least."

Needless to say, Ms. Viewmont Belle thought it would be funny to torment me, and I hated her for it...

Anyway, back to my hater-ness. I have another friend whom I also complain (I complain a lot), and she says it, too! "Cassie, you really shouldn't hate so much."
"I know. I'm sorry." And I really am. I try to see the 'better' side of them, but it's a little bit harder for me to see that side.I KNOW that we're all 'children of God', and that's fine and dandy, but the world has twisted these people... it really has.


So, on to my second tangent (Mr. Husband)-A while ago in church with the YW activities, we played the game of LIFE. (I know, horrifying). My group ended up not finishing, but we all got past the 'married' point of life (and house, too)... But I was the last one out of the whole room (of girls + leaders= ~20). I wasn't really disappointed, because I have basically given off the fact that I was NOT BOY CRAZY!!!

So when we get married, we get a candy with a little paper written specifically for that candy about our future spouse. Everyone pretty much agreed mine was the best husband, and joked, "Can I borrow him for the weekend?"

(My candy was lifesavers)

"Lifesavers-This man is a lifeguard. He has a great body, a great tan, a great smile, and a helpful personality. He also is a wonderful home teacher and missionary. He has shared the Gospel with many of his friends. So far, 30 have joined the Church. He has a very strong testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel and it is visible in everything he does. You met him when you were out dancing with your friends. He saw that you weren't having much fun dancing with the man who kept asking you to dance, and realized you were too nice to tell him no. So he stepped in and asked you for the next slow song. You had a lot in common and felt totally comfortable with each other, in an exciting sort of way. When you returned to your friends, you were almost out of breath and deliriously happy. You exchanged phone numbers, dated for 8 months, met each other's families and got engaged. Of course, you got married in your favorite temple. Four children later, you are still madly in love and very happy."

So obviously, they were very veered towards the Church, as well as how 'we' met. I'm not entirely sure about the '4 children' yet (let along children!), but I can live with a guy who looks like that... definitely!