Saturday, September 17, 2016

Toy heaven is here - Samko Toy Warehouse is now open!!! Week 2

Hey all!!!  As part of an on-going blogging and vlogging (video logging) series, between September and December, I have been asked to test and review some awesome toys (read: mega hot deals) for the Samko Toy Warehouse.  As a mom of three boys and Auntie to many, this was not hard to do.  We all want great quality toys and books for our kids, but we also want to save some cash too (mostly to support my PSL addiction at Starbucks!).  The task was simple - visit a toy warehouse and go crazy having fun.  Yes please!!  The sale starts September 17th and runs right through until December 24th.    All the big brand names, minus the big price tags.  The toys that I've picked are all on mega discount for one week only!!  So don't miss out.

This week.....

Project Runway 4-in-1 Fashion Design Challenge, ages 8+
When I was a little girl, I loved nothing more than pretending to read quietly in my room, while I instead stole the kitchen shears and chopped up every Barbie doll outfit I had, while my Mom, unaware, watched Days Of Our Lives.  After all, a red velvet and lace gown is fun for only so long until it needs a little freshening up, am I right?  And who didn’t at one point in time stare mischievously at those shears while eyeballing Barbie’s waist-long hair and think, “this lady needs a chin-length bob with bangs!”  Isn’t that what being a kid was all about?  Imagination!!  Well, this toy is so much more than a toy – it’s a gateway to a future career on the runways of Milan – without having to hack up any of those pricey American Girl outfits!  With over 450 pieces, this incredibly creative kit, based on the success of the TV series, Project Runway, allows older kids to become their very own fashion designer-in-training.  Sketch, draw and design the most amazing outfits using kiddie versions of the tools pros use.  Complete with a fashion Judy, measuring tape, pencils and markers, thread, needles, tons of templates and the accessories needed to help turn fashion ideas into actual wearable creations at home.  
Maddy and Aria - designing duo!
Where was this idea back when I was slashing and hacking up Wedding Barbie’s only gown so that I could feed my need to create?  Although the box recommends ages 8+, my friend Sara who tried this out with her 10-year old daughter Aria (who btw will be the next Coco Chanel) said it really would be best suited to 10+ because even she found it challenging at times!  If you’ve got a kid that  l-o-v-e-s dressing up and rockin’ their own unique style, this would make a fabulous gift!!  Best of all, instead of being a one-and-done toy, this box full of fun will last and last and last - keeping anyone busy for hours on end!  Who doesn’t love that!!!  You might even sneak in a few creations yourself when nobody’s looking – it’s that great!
Kid rated: A+ for fun factor
Mom rated: A+ for creativity

Mom’s wallet: A+ for savings!  $15 at Samko Toy Warehouse (compare at $49.99)

Toy heaven is here - Samko Toy Warehouse is now open!!!

Hey all!!!  As part of an on-going blogging and vlogging (video logging) series, between September and December, I have been asked to test and review some awesome toys (read: mega hot deals) for the Samko Toy Warehouse.  As a mom of three boys and Auntie to many, this was not hard to do.  We all want great quality toys and books for our kids, but we also want to save some cash too (mostly to support my PSL addiction at Starbucks!).  The task was simple - visit a toy warehouse and go crazy having fun.  Yes please!!  The sale starts September 17th and runs right through until December 24th.    All the big brand names, minus the big price tags.  The toys that I've picked are all on mega discount for one week only!!  So don't miss out.

First up.....

Turtles Big Wheel, $20, compare at $49.99
My parents and I still laugh about the inseparable relationship that my brother Trevor had with his Dukes of Hazard, orange and blue Big Wheel in the 80’s.  As an avid reader of car magazines today, I’m pretty confident that his love of cars came from peddling that bad-boy over to Grandma’s house each day after school.  He rode it like an Indy 500 driver, pulling the hand-break and doughnuting his way into any driveway, leaving a black plastic skid-mark behind.  Ask any man today in their thirties and forties about their childhood Big Wheel and they will well up with tears of nostalgia.  So obviously, a Big Wheel makes an amazing gift for any kid aged between 3 and 8 – so long as those legs can reach the pedals!  My neighbour Josh, age 3 1/2, aka Speedster, hopped onto his new Turtles Big Wheel like he belonged on it – total confidence and determination.  The Dads who were gathered around had that all-knowing glimmer in their eyes that said, “welcome to the club little guy”.  Add to that the fact that it had a green Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles design and it was pretty much love at first site.  It’s funny how I grew up with the Ninja Turtles and now a whole new generation of kid has fallen in love with them too, thanks to the recent movies.  Just like the ol’ classic from the 80’s, this version has most of the same features – most notably the huge front wheel, small back wheels and wide handles.  Missing is the hand-break on the side – which let’s face it, was mostly used for dangerous spinouts in front of jealous onlookers at the park.  Consider this is the more gentlemanly version of the ones we grew up with (and safer).  What’s great is now there are Big Wheel designs for all drivers – whether boy or girl.  As for Speedster – it took him all of five minutes to figure out how to pedal and pick up speed.  What’s childhood without a Big Wheel?  Such a great toy!
Kid rated: A+ for feeling like a race-car driver
Mom rated: A+ for exercise and childhood nostalgia

Mom’s wallet: A+ for savings!  $20 this week only at Samko Toy Warehouse (compare at $49.99)

Watch me take one for a spin!!!

Toy heaven is here - Samko Toy Warehouse is now open!!!

Hey all!!!  As part of an on-going blogging and vlogging (video logging) series, between September and December, I have been asked to test and review some awesome toys (read: mega got deals) for the Samko Toy Warehouse.  As a mom of three boys and Auntie to many, this was not hard to do.  We all want great quality toys and books for our kids, but we also want to save some cash too (mostly to support my PSL addiction at Starbucks!).  The task was simple - visit a toy warehouse and go crazy having fun.  Yes please!!  The sale starts September 17th and runs right through until December 24th.    All the big brand names, minus the big price tags.  The toys that I've picked are all on mega discount for one week only!!  So don't miss out.

First up.....

Turtles Big Wheel, $20, compare at $49.99
My parents and I still laugh about the inseparable relationship that my brother Trevor had with his Dukes of Hazard, orange and blue Big Wheel in the 80’s.  As an avid reader of car magazines today, I’m pretty confident that his love of cars came from peddling that bad-boy over to Grandma’s house each day after school.  He rode it like an Indy 500 driver, pulling the hand-break and doughnuting his way into any driveway, leaving a black plastic skid-mark behind.  Ask any man today in their thirties and forties about their childhood Big Wheel and they will well up with tears of nostalgia.  So obviously, a Big Wheel makes an amazing gift for any kid aged between 3 and 8 – so long as those legs can reach the pedals!  My nephew Tate, age 3 1/2, aka Tater-tot, hopped onto his new Turtles Big Wheel like he belonged on it – total confidence and determination.  The Dads who were gathered around had that all-knowing glimmer in their eyes that said, “welcome to the club little guy”.  Add to that the fact that it had a green Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles design and it was pretty much love at first site.  It’s funny how I grew up with the Ninja Turtles and now a whole new generation of kid has fallen in love with them too, thanks to the recent movies.  Just like the ol’ classic from the 80’s, this version has most of the same features – most notably the huge front wheel, small back wheels and wide handles.  Missing is the hand-break on the side – which let’s face it, was mostly used for dangerous spinouts in front of jealous onlookers at the park.  Consider this is the more gentlemanly version of the ones we grew up with (and safer).  What’s great is now there are Big Wheel designs for all drivers – whether boy or girl.  As for Tater-tot – it took him all of five minutes to figure out how to pedal and pick up speed.  What’s childhood without a Big Wheel?  Such a great toy!
Kid rated: A+ for feeling like a race-car driver
Mom rated: A+ for exercise and childhood nostalgia

Mom’s wallet: A+ for savings!  $20 this week only at Samko Toy Warehouse (compare at $49.99)

Watch me take one for a spin!!!

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Lipstick and hockey sticks: A girly Mom's guide to faking your way through kids hockey season


It's not easy being a skirt in a home chalk-full of rancid jocks.  But I've managed to get by.  You see, as the lone double X in a chromosomal pool of 4 XYs (5 if I include the dog), my interests in home decor, Fall fashions, beach-wave hair and pedis get buried somewhere underneath a pile of mismatched tube-socks, baseball gloves, goalie pads and Under Armour everything.  Don't get me wrong, I love being active.  I'm a daily exerciser, I enjoy 9-holes of golf and just finished up another summer season on a ladies ball-hockey team - and I literally still have no idea what the rules are (icing to me means confectioners sugar, butter and milk).

I do my best at faking my way through "sporty" - just as Brittany Spears fakes her way through "talented" and "singing".  Pretending to love sports gives me a valid excuse to get out of the house for an hour each week to pursue an activity that my kids might actually care to inquire about.  "How was ball-hockey, Mom? Did you score?" is a guaranteed conversation whereas I've never heard them say, "Tell me about your latest HomeSense purchase for the entryway, Mom!!"

Teachable Parenting Moment:
I'm connecting with my kids by abandoning my kids to participate in activities loved by my kids - it's a very complex parenting technique.  Look it up.


Quick math:
Hockey season is September through April.  8 long months.  5 times per week, times multiple children = approximately -10 billion hours of me-time I'll never get back.

Yes, children's competitive hockey season is just around the corner, which means I'll be stick-handling my way through get-to-know-ya parent socials and putrid locker rooms where the stench of sports-drink belches and pre-pubescent b.o. hang thicker than a flu-season booger.

Be warned - if this is your first year doing the "where am I" zombie walk through an arena with a kids hockey bag slung over one shoulder and a Michael Kors bag slung over the other, you are going to need to know some basic techniques to survive an entire minor hockey season.  I'm here to help because I know exactly how to fake it like a champ in the stands.  "Woohoo!!!!!!!  Let's Go (insert team name and ringing of obnoxious cowbell here)!!!!!"

First off, know your arena parent archetypes: "Diehard Mom", "Loudmouth I-almost-played-in-the-NHL Dad", "Angry Grandma", "Annoying Little Sibling" and token, "Enraged Parent From Other Team".  Of course there are also ones like "Nicest Mom Ever" and "Funniest Dad in Town", but they're not as fun to write about.  (In case you're wondering, most parents would peg me as "Anti-social Suspiciously-overdressed Bi*&h"....haha...I think?).

There will be "Diehard Moms" everywhere - usually the louder they are, the less time they spend on personal grooming.  The side-pony and sweatpants are a dead-giveaway.  So is a homemade scarf in junior's team colours.  Two options - stay clear of this broad or go all in and buddy-up.  There's no in-between.

"Loudmouth Glory Days Dad" can usually be seen standing up at the back of the arena holding court surrounded by newbie hockey Dads who are eagerly lapping up all of the made up nonsense this guy is spewing.  Although his total level of expertise amounts to 30 minutes on his community college hockey team, he thinks he's Scotty Bowman (disclaimer: I had to google "best NHL hockey coaches" to find out it's this Scotty guy).  This Dad is also known in arena circles as "Conspiracy Theory Dad" as he often spends the whole game analyzing why each kid is playing the position they're playing - and it's always because of some fictional favouritism involving league officials, a paving contract, sponsorship money and a fast-food wing restaurant.  Trust me.

"Angry Grandma" has more than a bee in her bonnet - more like a hive of venomous wasps in her Spanx.  There's one on every team.  Don't let her jeggings and cashmere sweater fool you, this woman has a perma hate-on for the Refs. The cleanest goal in kids hockey by the opposing team will inevitably result in an arena-silencing screech of, "Clear your visor Ref - are you blind?  Are you a moron?  Are you stupid?" Followed by a guttural, "TAKE THEM DOWN" at the next face-off.   The pimply-faced 16-year old time-keeper had best put up the right scores if he values his life, or the paint-job on his Dad's Toyota Previa in the parking lot will pay the price.

"Annoying Little Sibling" is not only self-explanatory, but likely your youngest child so I won't expand on this other than to say, nobody has to pee, or drink every 7 minutes.  Nobody.

Now the one person you never want to make eye contact with, engage with, smile at or hold a door for, is "Enraged Parent From Other Team" (EPFOT).  This parent is looking for more than equal ice-time, they're looking for blood.  Not kidding.  You will contact me the minute you see this piece of work in action.  Usually bloated and generally agitated, this parent chirps and chimes-in loudly throughout the game escalating to new levels of rude and raucous until the middle of the second period.  Their team could be winning 5-0 or losing 5-0, it doesn't matter, EPFOT wants you to know, that they will not stand by and simply enjoy kids playing minor hockey or having fun.  They crave a little parent-to-parent MMA action and will push. your. buttons. until. you. cannot. take. it. anymore.  That's when you may feel yourself slipping into a defensive Diehard Mom/Angry Grandma combo.  Don't take the bait.  Stay cool - which is why I perpetually underdress for the arena temperatures.  It's a strategy - tights and a thin blouse are not just for fashion, they're for survival.  No jacket - ever.


Finally, the best way to fake your way, unenthusiastically through the mind and butt numbing hours of hockey season, is to just lay low, fly below the radar, keep your head down and hold a phone to your ear while nodding vigorously - the ol' "I'm on an important call" routine.  Works like a charm.
Before you know it, it's April - you survived, and best of all, nobody noticed that you still don't know anyone's name on the team, what division your kid's in, or when tryouts are.  As a bonus, you brought an elevated sense of style with your high-heeled boots and pashmina to an otherwise bland arena setting and you never resorted to eating a wilted week-old Jamaican patty from the vending machine.

I'd say you're looking pretty good for a skirt!  Congrats!

Let me know how you make out.....

Kasie

Friday, April 29, 2016

Mom's Day: Our one day off and we still end up working


One of my absolute favourite Mother's Day cards can be found on the internet - it shows a woman applying to "Motherhood Inc." and she's reading through the employment contract - "One vacation day a year?!  That's all I get?!" she proclaims.  "We call it Mother's Day but technically you still have to work" says the interviewer.  So true.


Every card a Mom gets on Mother's Day preaches the same utopic nonsense - advising Moms to "relax", "kick back", "pamper yourself"...  These cards are typically all written by men.  Have you ever noticed that men have no problem treating themselves to a full day with legs up, beverage in hand and mind empty of thoughts?  They don't even need it to be Father's Day!  It can just be any ol' Wednesday....sadly sometimes, the occasional deadbeat Dad will try and pull this stunt on Mother's Day - not cool.  Men are intrinsically wired to "unwind and chill out".  Women, not so much.

Scientists recently proved that even during the deepest phases of sleep, women are still multitasking - planning, organizing and analyzing, at the same time as snoring and drooling - now that's impressive!  Men on the other hand, were shown to have minimal brain activity even during the lightest phases of sleep.  No wonder men wake up so well rested and chipper and I look like some sort of zombie racoon with over-processed blonde Einstein hair, slurred speech and a pillow print across my face. "Whazza, whe, coffee, bupp, dentist appointment...."

Last year, a few days before Mother's Day my husband proudly announced that he had a great plan to celebrate - he was going to invite his entire family over for dinner!!  "How is that a day off for me?" I asked in my classic wifely tone of exasperated irritation?  "Wow - sounds great!  I get to spend Mother's Day cooking, cleaning and grocery shopping - yay."  Needless to say, he's very adept at sensing my sarcasm after all these years and quickly nixed that plan in favour of a dinner out.  Apologies to my sister-in-law who had to pick up the slack on the family dinner end.

Even surrounded by our loving little kiddos, propped up in bed, breakfast on our laps, crafty-cards in tow, a basket of relaxation stuff and all the familiar Mom's Day trimmings, we as mothers cannot turn the "to-do" switch off in our heads.  We want to, but we just don't know how.  It's like we're standing on the dock, and we dip our toe into the beautiful lake of R&R and we're so close to the edge...and we want to jump in...but then a kid pukes and calls our name or the dog has burrs in his fur, or the dishwasher just broke, or we're all out of milk...towel back on, no swimming today.

Instead of scientists spending oodles of money telling us that men have few to no thoughts while they sleep, why not figure out a way to treat women to the same luxury?  I want no thoughts!  Just for a day!  So this year, I'm going to take the first step on Mother's Day to celebrating like a Dad and I'm going to crack a cold one, go golfing, snooze the day away, eat something made of dehydrated meat bi-product and see what happens!

Who's with me?

And while I'm at it, I wouldn't mind a few lavish gifts too...that would certainly help to ease the stress.  I've shopped around to scope out the best goodies in this season's hottest hues (think rose quartz!) and I can't wait to showcase them for you on CTV's Canada AM this Monday, May 2nd at 8:40am.  Gather up the kids and hubby so that they get the hint!!

Monday, April 25, 2016

Taking the plunge: a mission to embrace dreaded bathing suit season


What would I rather do than wear a bathing suit in public?  

I would rather have day-long dental surgery without anesthetic.

I would rather have a pap-smear from a swarthy looking male medical student on day 1 of his residency.

I would rather clean up stomach-flu from an airport washroom.

I think you get the point.  I would rather do anything than expose my white, pasty, thrice-pregnant, veiny, Mom-bod in public, whilst wearing what amounts to a spandex bra and undies.  Ewww.  I just threw-up in my mouth thinking about it.  There's nothing worse for many of us, than bathing suit season.  Thank god I don't live in a tropical country.  In fact, one quick search on Ancestry.com reveals that I descend from a long-line of insufferable female prudes who migrated further and further north over the centuries in search colder climes where head-to-toe apparel was required for at least 10 months of the year.  Don't even get me started on shorts!  Anyway, I digress...

My swimsuit phobias began somewhere around age 10 when a girl begins to realize that soon she will become a woman.  Insecurities and self-awareness burst on the scene faster than Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch doing back-flips in a music video. I had a new above-ground pool with a strategically tiered deck that gave the illusion of an in-ground pool, yet still 6 feet above ground so all surrounding neighbours could see. It was my summer playground.  I also had a white (emphasis on the white) Tweety Bird bathing suit, one-piece, full coverage...or so it seemed when the fabric was dry...  I think you know where this story ends and it's pretty transparent (pun fully intended).  Lesson: Never buy, wear or support any company that manufactures white bathing suits...cruel, sick, pervs.

"Yo - that Tweety Bird suit is whack girl!"
It took a full 8-years for me to muster up the courage to wear a bathing suit in front of others and this time it was when a bunch of friends went up to spend the weekend at my, then boyfriend's, cottage.  Surely, I would have to go into the water at some point.  Unlike today's trampy teens who cheerfully flaunt about in two bandaids and a piece of neon dental-floss, two-piece bathing suits were on the fringe for us suburban girls in those days.  On the one hand, I wanted to fit in and look cool, on the other hand, I wanted to hide behind a boathouse tarp for 48 hours and hope that nobody noticed I was missing.  In the end, I went into a fancy swimwear shop and spent a full pay-cheque from my part-time gig at Sears on a designer bikini that featured special hyper-colour fabric (remember that stupid technology? Where the hot or cold spots on your body changed the colour of the fabric?).  Let's just say, that I'll never forget the moment I dropped my towel, dove in, then emerged onto the dock to a chorus of, "Hey - your butt crack is green but the rest of your bathing suit is blue!!!!"

When is this style coming back?  Very classy, great coverage, very hip, no?  
As an adult, and now a mother, I ended up having to bite the bullet a few years back when we surprised our kids with a 1-night stay at Great Wolf Lodge- an indoor water-park jammed full of bathing bodies.  A place where you spend countless hours lined up on wet and soggy wooden staircases climbing your way, step-by-squishy-step to the top of water slides, all the while staring at some strangers water-logged bum as you ascend.  At first I said that I would watch in full dress, down from below, but once there it become apparent that there was literally no safe refuge from the sloshing buckets of water routinely dumped on the masses from above.  Reluctantly, I put on my trusty tankini - fashions 2-piece swimwear solution for prudes who pretend to be fun like bikini girls, but without actually showing any skin.  This is the suit that my husband glumly describes as, something his mother would wear.   I doned the suit because,  who do I know at Great Wolf Lodge?  These are strangers!  They don't know me!!  I can be anonymously self-conscious, water-logged and pale without worry!  As I waltzed into the frenzied water-park, chlorine burning my eyes, granny-tankini not quite covering my mushy mid-section, 3 kids in tow, it happened - the voice was clear and distinct and shattered my anonymity to the core: "Kasie?  Kasie Savage?  Is that you?".  Oh god.  Not a relative.  Not a friend.  A COWORKER!  A flippin' MALE COWORKER!  Childless, spouseless, dry and full-clothed.  He leaned in for the friendly "what are the odds I see you?" hug.  My humid tankini pressed against a cotton polo shirt and Dockers.  Shoot me.  When we ran into each other at work, I defensively tried to defuse the awkwardness - "haha....can you believe it....haha....you saw me in basically my underwear....haha...and here we are....and I'm clothed....haha....sob..."

Last Fall our family took a vote on getting a backyard pool - there were 4 yays and 1 nay (yup- that nay was me!).  Fast forward to now and the new pool is open and everyone's been in, splashing about, living it up, except me.  There's been talk in the neighbourhood of pool parties, backyard fun and more.  I'm now 38 and I'm a realist.  Despite the very best advances in cosmetic surgery, I'm pretty confident that I'm not going to grace the cover of a swimsuit magazine any time soon so I'm going to have to suck it up, grow some confidence and rock the hell out of a bathing suit this summer.  I overheard two ladies in their sixties at the gym talking to each other about their daughters in their thirties.  One woman said, "I told my daughter - you have no idea how great you look until you look back 30 years later...young women need more confidence!".  I know she's right.  So stay tuned, because this summer I'm going to take the plunge.  I'm going to force myself to repeatedly wear a bathing suit until it no longer feels weird - kind of like the way you have to make those angry goat noises during certain yoga poses...after a while it just seems normal!

Who's with me?  Who's going to make 2016 the summer of dare-to-bare-in-swimwear?  I am going to give a big wet soggy middle-finger to self-consciousness and dive right in this year...likely in a black one-piece with removable bathing skort...baby steps....

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Name changer: My life as Cassie.


38 years ago, my young hopeful parents Louise and Leslie felt confident that their soon-to-be bundle of joy (me) was  going to be a bouncing baby boy!  Oh the joy!  You see, there were already two little girl cousins in the family and the grandparents all had their fingers and toes crossed hoping for their first grandson!!!  The crib was assembled and the name was picked - Casey.  His name would be Casey.

And then on August 17th, 1977 at 8:42am, the words "it's a girl!" changed everything...or at least the spelling of my name.  In the moments following the birth of a daughter and not a son, my parents decided to keep the name Casey, but change the spelling to what they thought looked girlier: K-A-S-I-E.  And the rest is just a gong-show of mispronounced misery (for me).


Look at my face: "Really?  Kasie?  Nobody can pronounce that Mom!"  

To this day, I actually dread handing over my I.D. to people, or seeing people read my name aloud from print.  I can feel the exhausting ball of tension forming in my gut while getting my canned correction ready, the one I've uttered at least a billion times: "It's actually Kasie - like Katie with an "s"...rhymes with Stacey, Tracy...."  Then they usually apologize, nod and say, "sorry about that Cassie".  Oh for the love of sanity, why could I not have been C-a-s-e-y?

I can still see the uncertainty and confusion in the polite faces of teachers, every first-day-of-school as they paused in the alphabetical roll-call, processing the unfamiliar spelling and playing mental eenie-meenie-minie-moe with their options, slowly opening their mouths and taking a gamble on whatever came out.  Occasionally the knot of name-dread would give way to sheer joy as the rare teacher actually got it right the first time!  Nobody named Jeff or Sue will ever know the relief you feel as an oddly-named child when someone calls out your moniker and nails the pronunciation, thereby avoiding the red-faced attention that comes from a verbal flub-up.

As an adult, it has not gotten any better.  Especially given that I appear on television regularly.  Instead of working quietly in a cubicle somewhere, minding my own name-woes, I have the pleasure of hearing my name mis-pronounced in front of tens-of-millions in the U.S. and Canada.  I actually find it amusing that Americans 100% of the time never say my name correctly versus 50% of Canadians. That's a little name trivia for you right there!   I actually like to think that I go by a stage name south of the border - it's "Cassie", spelled K-a-s-i-e!!!

One of my son's former hockey coaches has spent almost 4 years scrambling to recall the correct way to say my name, to the point where he defaults to Mrs. Savage.  He laughs.  I sigh.

Casey, in its correct form, is clearly still a very popular name in Canada - most notably amongst short-haired, large breed dogs.  Seriously, there are two canine Caseys on my street alone.  I was once reprimanded by an angry old man at an outdoor wedding - told to "get outta here you louse", "go home", "get lost".  Turns out that "Casey" was a senile German Shepherd that had wandered over from next door.  My husband laughed.  I signed.
The neighbourhood dogs from L to R: Casey, Casey, Casey, Casey, Rufus, Casey, Casey, Muffins


Would I change my name if I could turn back time?  Not a chance!!  It's me.  It's all I know. Would I change the spelling?  Hellz ya!  For sure!  Of course!  I've always thought K-h-a-y-s-e-e had a very nice look to it...the H is silent..like me after a botched roll call in grade 2.

Do you have a name that gets butchered?  Is this the first time you realize that my name isn't Cassie?  Is your name actually Cassie?  (If so, I hate you.  Kidding!)  Let me know!  Share!  It's like therapy...but cheaper and much less effective!