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Family fun day. What’s better than some exercise, teamwork, and a great challenge? Um, EVERYTHING! Bro, sis and I decided to head to Rockreaction, an indoor climbing gym, to get our fitness on. It was the worst. The gym members made rock climbing look so effortless and easy. It was impossible!

First off, they hand you a pair of wet shoes that smell like garbage (gag!). I said, “Excuse me! My shoes are wet, can I please have a pair from the bottom of the bucket.” They replied, “They’re all wet. We spray em down. But they all stink real bad.” Lovely. Next, you dip your hands in a bucket of powder for gripping purposes. A white cloud of dust exploded all over my clothes and I was choking/gagging on the powder, plus now covered in dirt (wahhhh)! So far lots of buckets and gagging, but no climbing. The last step was to follow tape marks on the rocks, which tell you where to put your foot and how to get to the top, and then go! There were no ropes, spotting, or help if you happened to fall. I started climbing, but kept looking down to find the stupid marks, which made me lose my balance. It was so hard to hang on! I would try to trick myself like, “Pretend below is a shark tank and you will get eaten by great whites if you let go.” Didn’t help. “You are hanging from a cliff and have to hold on to save your life!” Really didn’t help. When I finally made it to the top, my heart was pounding so hard, I thought I really might die. Then, it was a free for all getting down…the scariest part of all!

Basically, the lessons I learned were a). All those movies where someone is hanging off of a cliff for like 10 minutes are bs. and b). Rock climbing is not for me. My hands are calloused and bloody to prove it!

Rock n’ Roll (my kind of rock):

Cassie Hates Rocks Look: Leopard shoes by Issac Mizrahi, Pleather pants by H&M, Shirt by Free People, Vest by Forever21, Jewelry by Madewell.

Old age is so in! Betty White is everywhere! And so is grey hair. If Kelly Osbourne can rock it and be called the “fashion police,” (the ultimate judge of who is fashionable and who is not) then why can’t I?

Betty White’s new show Off Their Rockers, is my new favorite show! I watched it three times, and found it more entertaining each time. There is something about old people- they can be so blunt, obnoxious, set in their ways, and honest- and it is quite hysterical! My Gram, (bless her soul) was the queen of blunt. She used to always say to me, “Looks like you’re gaining weight, huh?” Yes Gram, I am. “Well, why don’t you go on a diet?” Gee, I don’t know. I’m 12?

Honesty is the best policy. Guess I learned that the hard way.

Here is a grandma who is not afraid to rock!

Grandma Chic looks:

Cassie’s Gone Grey Look(s): 1. Striped top and skirt by H&M, Heels by GUCCI (Thank you Frenchie’s mama), Belt by Betsy Johnson, Hat by Target, Bracelets by J Crew. 2. Dress by Marc by Marc Jacobs, Heels by Tory Burch, Socks by Urban Outfitters, Glasses Dolce and Gabbana, Bracelets by Sophie’s Sister, Necklace by Forever21. 3. Dress by Shakuhachi, Shoes thrifted (1930s from Rays Ragtime: See Blog Day 3 thrifty-nifty ) Bracelets by J Crew, Headbands by LF/Forever 21.

Today I am feeling totally team spirited! This past weekend, The Ohio State University Dance Team performed at Nationals in Orlando. I did the choreography for the jazz routine, which placed 4th at prelims and 6th overall. Quite a jump from last year’s 11th place, all thanks to the super fab coach Melissa (my partner in crime).

Meliss and I go way back. In high school, she would spend the night a lot and every night I wore a DENVER pajama dress to bed. It’s from the 1980s (Tars wore it when she was preggo with the bro), see-through, and the most comfortable sleepwear in the world!  Melissa would always give me crap for not wearing any pants while sleeping next to her in the bed (Hello! That’s why it’s called a pajama DRESS. Who wears pants with dresses?).  This year when I went to OSU for choreography, I surprised her with a matching handmade dress. She was stoked! And would literally kill me if she knew I was posting this…so I decided to keep it small (AND CROPPED for obvious reasons)!

Back to the team. Even though I couldn’t be in Orlando rooting them on, I am rooting in spirit with my fashion choices! Here is my best Sporty Spice imitation (kinda fun considering I never really had a knack for anything sports related).

Click here to watch my choreography and the awesome OSU DT representing: OSU DT

Cassie’s Jock Look: Jeans by Topshop, Shoes by Converse, T-Shirt by Forever 21, Sweater by H&M, Glasses by Forever 21.

Both the Golden Globes and The Miss America Pageant aired this weekend, making for some great tv, full of  drama, glamour, beauty, and some pretty ugly dresses!

I usually love watching the Golden Globes. I have to say, although some celebrities looked absolutely stunning, a lot of the choices were disappointing. When you have money, a stylist, and a body to kill for, how can you mess it up?

For example: Buffy.

Poor, poor Buffy. It looks like a blue slur-pee vomited on her. The dress was pretty bad, and then to add the high ponytail? Major mistake.

Charlize Theron took the prize for being the most stunning human being on the planet, with the best dress and styling choices. One day I hope to be standing next to her on the red carpet. At that moment, feel free to point and laugh, and say how dodgy and stocky I look compared to her!

The Miss America pageant was particularly bad this year. There was only one dress (out of 50) that I would even consider wearing. It happened to be Miss California’s (and no, I am not biased because I happen to live in the state).

After all of this critiquing, I thought it would be fun to pick out an evening gown and do my version of a red carpet event (even though I’m not a celebrity, don’t have a trainer, and definitely don’t have tons of money or borrowed jewels to wear). It proved to be way harder than I anticipated!

I had several Macy’s gift cards from Christmas stocked up, (so basically no limited budget) and all of the time in the world. I could not find ANYTHING! I don’t have the most difficult figure to flatter usually, (rather tall, somewhat thin) and still, nothing worked! Everything was butt ugly! And to think, I was at a popular mall in LA…those poor folks of Maumee, OH… how do they do it?  I now kind of wish I could take back all of that crap I have been talking the past two nights (well, sorry Buffy, not for you). Here was my best attempt, and I must admit, it wasn’t all that great.

Cassie’s Red Carpet (well… red brick from the backyard) look: Dress by Ralph Lauren, Shoes by Aldo, Earrings by Forever 21, and bracelets from Sophie’s Sister.

Did you think I was going to be naked because of the title? Sicko, get your mind out of the gutter. It was a gorgeous day in LA, perfect for whites and creams.

Consequently, I have a funny story relating to the nude. I was running in Sherman Oaks in a very safe neighborhood. I crossed the main street and was just about home, when I noticed a businessman standing at the bus stop. I kept staring at him because he reminded me of one of my dance dads, and he kept staring back. I thought it was kind of strange to see such a well dressed man holding a briefcase at the bus stop (but hey, who am I to judge?).

Just as I was about to pass him, he quickly turned toward me, PANTS DOWN, and started running my way, junk out and all! I was scared for my life! I screamed and sprinted into a Starbucks close by. The guy kept running past, jumped a fence, and went into the neighborhood. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I was in shock. At Starbucks I yelled, “OMG THIS MAN JUST FLASHED ME!” A couple of people ran outside to see, but by then the creep was gone. Clearly, he wasn’t a dance dad, and I will never trust anyone with a briefcase at a bus stop, EVER AGAIN! Who else can say they’ve seen THAT during their morning run? Only me. And only in Sherman Oaks, bagh!

Cassie’s Not a Nudist Look: Dress by Free People, Socks and Shoes from Urban Outfitters, Glasses by LF, Necklace by J Crew, Mom sweater is too embarrassing to claim.

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