Sassy & Southern


Because mascara is a necessity of life

Posted in General on February 26th, 2015 by Casey Crow



Today I’m jumping from author mode to another one of my jobs. That of a pageant coach for over 20 years. It’s pageant season with high school pageants, students gearing up for Distinguished Young Woman, Miss America and Miss Teen USA so I’m fairly inundated right now.

One of the most common questions I get asked is “How do I tape my boobs?” Seriously. But I’ll save that topic for another day. Another hot topic is “What’s the best mascara?”

My answer…Loreal Extend in the maroon and white tube. It’s the kind that adds tubes to the end of your lashes after using a white primer. You still have to use a volumnizing mascara over it because it’s not enough on it’s on. Sadly, I haven’t found a volumnizing mascara I love. I can tell you that Loreal Butterfly Effect in the silver tube and the Loreal False Fiber lashes in the black and gold tube are not worth the money. I’m thinking of trying Cover Girl next. Maybe the one Katy Perry advertises because she’s a celebrity, and you know how important it is to believe anything a celebrity says. LOL

I’ve used the 3D Fiber that everyone is raving about. Mom loves it. I hate it. Way too much work and clumpy thick. My lashes look better with the cheap drug store stuff versus spending $30. Dido on Lancôme. (I can say that because I worked at Lancome for a while.) Plus Loreal owns Lancôme so it’s basically the same formula minus the added fragrances.

Lastly I also use Latisse a couple times a week to maintain my long lashes.Its a miracle drug. A friends gets lash extensions so she doesn’t have to use mascara at all, but my research revealed it is harmful to your real lashes.

So there you have it. Beauty tip of the day. Do you have a favorite mascara?

Southern Smiles,
Casey Crow

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Laissez les bons temps rouler – Let the Good Times Roll

Posted in General on February 10th, 2015 by Casey Crow

It’s Mardi Gras in Mobile! Yeah, New Orleans throws a big ta-do, but since we Alabamians like to say Mobile had the first Mardi Gras, I’ll be talking about how we do it up. Purple, gold and green colors are everywhere, even on the gigantic wreath on my own front door. Parades with masked revelers throwing moonpies, beads, and huge stuffed animals are held nearly every night for about three weeks. Balls with ladies in beautiful long dresses and guys in tails wearing so many beads they look like Mr. T.

On Fat Tuesday, the Knights of Revelry ladies wear spring suits and fancy hats like you see at the Kentucky Derby. Most have on tennis shoes with those designer suits. Half the children running around wear French hand-sewn dresses and john-johns. The other half are raggamuffins with Walmart sacks filled with throws. The most serious parade goers have folding chairs, ice chests, and giant umbrellas they flip upside down to catch goodies. Plus, the bigger the umbrella, the easier for the drunk dude on a float to make the target. Folks even have those trash picker upper things to pull beads from the branches of crape mertles and enormous live oaks lining the streets. Campers fill the grassy area by the civic center for weeks on end because even if you live in Mobile, you don’t go home – especially when your attending 5 to 8 balls.
I’ve been in the parades and watched them. The first parade I watch when I was 15. I got sprayed with mace when some doofus near me got into a fight with his buddy. Luckily, I’d ridden in the Joe Cain Children’s Floral Parade earlier that day. In the middle of it, this super cute guy ran up to my float and gave ME a rose. That’s my favorite Mardi Gras memory.

Last night, I experienced MG as an adult, attending the Order of Venus ball with several girlfriends because who needs a better reason to wear a ballgown than a Girls Night Out?

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To start a ball, the calvary makes a processional followed by the court and finally the queen (or king if it’s a men’s organization). The members of the organization are wearing masks and costumes that they had on the float prior to the parade. The whole ordeal of introductions takes an hour while guests watch. Then the band comes in and everyone dances until midnight – unless you’re a badass and can party til 2:00.

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The band last night was “The Molly Ringwalds” from Europe. They plays all 1980′s cover songs. It was AWESOME!!! They were dressed like PeeWee Herman, Twisted Sister, and other icons from the 80′s. The but dress behind is one of costumes a member had. Most had their faces painted with a mask and lots of bling and rhinestones.

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The attire is “costume de rigour” meaning girls wear long dress, but some organizations like this one lets you get away with skimpy dresses (but not two pieces so I had a panel added to center of my dress). Guys are required to wear tails and a WHITE tie. This is a dear friend I ran into (along with his boyfriend – I know, right? All the cuties bat for the other team!). BTW – I came out of my heels but had brought flats for dances. Some had flipflop and a few went barefooted – gross bc there are drinks spilled everywhere. 


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Each organization member is responsible for selling tickets to her table. She also has to decorate it. Most of the money for membership dues and tickets pays for the ball and parade, but some is often donated to a charity. I’m not a member of an organization and honestly have no desire to be. Like most Mobilians, I go snow skiing and get away from all the tourists during Mardi Gras, but it sure was fun to have a little hometown rivalry last night even as the sober designated driver!

So there’s your first hand account of Mardi Gras. Here’s the official version:

Mardi Gras is celebrated in Mobile, New Orleans and other Gulf Coast cities. This festive event was started in Mobile and according to some accounts, dates back to 1703. The celebration was originally called Boef Gras (Fat Beef).

The well-known Mardi Gras in Mobile was begun by Michael Krafft. On New Years’s Eve, 1830, Krafft and his friends were reluctant to end a dinner party at the customary time. They raided a nearby hardware store, took up rakes, hoes and cowbells and proceeded to wake the town. They soon formed the Cowbellion de Rakin Society, the first of Mobile’s many modern mystic organizations. The Cowbellions presented their first parade, complete with floats and theme, in 1840.

The Civil War brought revelry in Mobile to an abrupt halt. Joseph Stillwell Cain, on Fat Tuesday of 1866, donned full Chickasaw Indian regalia, dubbed himself Chief Slacabamorinico. Cain and six friends set out to raise the morale of citizens in the defeated city. Dubbing themselves the “Tea Drinkers”, and fired up by drink much stronger than tea, they took to the streets in a decorated coal wagon pulled by a mule. Cain was a founder in the Order of Myths, the organization which today holds the final Carnival Season parade Mardi Gras night. He also helped organize many more parading societies. Cain’s role in reviving Mardi Gras is observed each year on the Sunday before Mardi Gras Day, “Joe Cain Day.” On “Joe Cain Day” thousands of Mobilians in costume and on individually designed floats parade through the streets of downtown Mobile.

The date of Mardi Gras is determined by the date of Easter. Mardi Gras Day, or “Fat Tuesday,” is the Tuesday before the Ash Wednesday which begins the 40 days Lenten season. Nighttime parades and other public festivities begin about 10 days before Mardi Gras Day. Carnival Season balls, receptions and other private functions begin in the fall and continue through Mardi Gras Day.

Laissez les bons temps rouler,

Casey Crow


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Word of the Year

Posted in General on January 28th, 2015 by Casey Crow


A couple of years ago, I noticed in Debbie Macomber’s newsletter that at the beginning of each year, she selects a word to focus on for that year. In 2013, she used “Submit”. 2014 brought on “Light” and this year it’s “Bouquet.” See her You Tube video to learn more about “Bouquet” and how “Light” played out. As someone of Debbie’s great influence tends to do, she inspired me to come up with my own words.

“Strong” was my word for 2013, as in finding inner strength since that was a very difficult time period in my life right after a messy divorce. I focused on picking myself up, starting over, and creating a new life for myself no matter what obstacles I faced, and there were plenty!

When 2014 rolled around, I was on my way to being back on my feet so I centered on the word “Empower”. I really loved rocking that word! I worked hard to get my self-confidence back and knowing I could take care of myself. There’s a lot of “Empower”-ment once that happens even when, as you invariably will, run into bumps and bruises along the way.

I figure I’ve spent the past two and half years focusing on getting myself together. Now it’s time to turn my attention to less self-centered matters. “Forgive” is my word for 2015. I’m going to be working on forgiving those who have hurt me and especially trying to forgive myself for every bad I have ever done. Somehow, I think “Forgive” just might be the hardest word of all to see to fruition! We can’t control other people, but we can adjust our expectations. There’s this great saying by John Maxwell: “Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% of how you react to it.” Letting go of any bitterness and/or regret you may have will ultimately make you a happier, more positive person who can accomplish anything!

Got any ideas for your 2015 Word of the Year?

Southern Smiles,

Casey Crow

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Moon Pie over Mobile to kick off 2015

Posted in General on January 13th, 2015 by Casey Crow

As many of you know, I still blog regularly with Naughty Author Chicks, but as 2015 rolls in, I plan to get back to blogging here at Casey Crow, too. So here goes….

It’s not Times Square on New Year’s, but my town of Mobile, Alabama drops a Moon Pie on December 31st and has done so since 2008. It’s  a 12-foot-tall lighted mechanical banana colored Moon Pie. We made national news again and I saw several Facebook post about what a Moon Pie has to do with Mardi Gras. Well, we are home to the ORIGINAL Mardi Gras (contrary what those folks over in New Orleans think — big rivalry, mind you).

Moon Pies have been made at the Chattanooga Bakery since 1917. Earl Mitchell Junior said his father came up with the idea for Moon Pies when he asked a Kentucky coal miner what kind of snack he would like to eat, and the miner requested something with graham cracker and marshmallow which had been dipped in chocolate. When Mitchell’s father asked how big it should be, the miner looked up in the night sky and framed the full moon with his hands.

Throwing Moon Pies originally began in Mobile, where they are still the catch of choice for the parades there. But why a Moon Pie? A lot of people that aren’t that familiar with the Mobile style should know that before 1974, food has always been involved as a throw ever since 1949, when Crackerjacks, (peanuts and caramel nuggets) were thrown by a lot of krewes as a treat for the revelers. Crackerjacks, were brought about because they were a cheap alternative to beads.

However, people kept getting beamed with the end of those rectangular boxes. Mobile city officials banned the candied popcorn about 1972. A lot treats and articles preceded the Moon Pie icon as the krewes searched for a replacement.

The first to throw of Moon Pies were the krewe of “Maids of Mirth” in 1974. Soon other krewes followed. They first came in chocolate dipped graham cracker cookies with a marshmallow center. Now, the famed cookies come in also banana, coconut, orange and vanilla. Peanut butter is pretty popular down here, too, and I hear there’s strawberry and apple.

Hope you enjoyed your Southern history lesson. (Thanks to Wikipedia and “The History of the Mardi Gras Moon Pie” by Aaron Lane, Planet Radio, copyright March 7, 2011 for the help).

Happy 2015!

Southern Smiles,

Casey Crow




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I Blog with the Naughty Author Chicks

Posted in General on October 9th, 2014 by Casey Crow

Please click the NAC icon at the right to see my latest blog post. ~ Southern Smiles, Casey

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# Literacy Matters

Posted in General on September 8th, 2014 by Casey Crow

Hey y’all! 

My literacy agency is hosting an auction with over 80 items to raise money for Literacy Council Gulf Coast. We’re giving away books, real Amish quilts, book trailers, critiques, gift baskets and more! Check it out The Seymour Agency ‘s blog. Let’s do all we can to support literacy!

Here’s a video of me being interview to support the event.

Read to be Cinderella

Southern Smiles, 

Casey Crow


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What it means to be a proper Southern Lady

Posted in General on February 15th, 2014 by Casey Crow


I ran across this article Black Belt Living, a small-press magazine that focuses on life in the Black Belt which is a stretch of land going through Central Alabama that’s known for having rich, black soil. AKA “where the cotton grows”.

The article was too cute not to share. BTW – it’s a lot easier to read if you channel your inner Scarlett O’Hara voice.

~ Casey Crow

Hello Dahlings…As you are probableh keenly awayah I’m sitting right now on my back patio havin’ my usual Sataday aftanoon Mint Julep. Rory, my dear, devoted husband, is at the country club playin’ that awful game we call golf–I declare I don’t what gets into that man. Hittin’ a little dimpled ball around and chasin’ after it, sweatin’ profusalayh and smellin’ like an old dirtah dawg. Doesn’t make a lick of sense.

I’d ratha be right where I am, out in the sun by the swimmin’ pool gettin’ a little culuh and readin’ Faulknah. Sista Mary Sayrah is comin’ ova lata for tea, if I’m not too tipsy. Did I say that? Fuhgive me…that’s not very ladylike of me. I guess it runs in the familah. You probableh know my distant cousin, Tallulah Bankhead, the actah from up at Jaspah? Let me tell you somethin’ dahlings, she was a hot mess, and I do mean a hot one! Well, I’ve tried to live my life a little bit different than my lovely cousin, dahlings. I only drink fowah cocktails a day, and I’m down to a pinch-a-snuff a week.

Now, where was I? Oh yes, what it means to be a Southun’ lady. I’ve decided ten rules that ladies of Dixie should always adheah to. Would you like to heah them? Of course you would dahling.

Numba wowun. Always, always, always turn youh fanny away from teh crowd when youh excusing yourself in a movie theatuh. You nevah want to show your hindend to innocent bystandahs.

Numba two. Nevah talk about your husand at teh beauty pahlah. Those old hens are doin’ nothin’ but looking to stir up trouble.

Numba three. Keep two feet on the flowah when you’re on the sofa. That means if you’re with a gentleman, honey or watching the home shoppin’ network.

Numba fowah. Nevah date a man that won’t open the cah dowah for you dahling. That means a man isn’t raised right. If Rory doesn’t open my dowah, well, I just stand there until he does. One time, he got all the way home befowah he realized I wasn’t in the cah.

Numba five. Nevah chew bubble gum in church. I always notice who’s a-chewin, honey during the pastoral prayah.

Numba six. Wear a girdle.

Numba seven. Always put tannin’ lotion on youwah skin, honey. You don’t wanna look like a pug when ya fowaty.

Number eight. Don’t work if you don’t have to. Life’s too short, dahling, to be piddlin’ around in some office somewheyah.

Number nine. Alway weah tennis skirts that come down past your knees, honey. The ladies these days, merciful heavens, the skirts they weyah would make a sailah blush.

And finally, dahlings, numba ten. Nevah, undah any circumstances, put an earring anywheah on ya face, dahling. Some of these girls look like theah face ran into a tackle box. Lawd.

I’m going to have one moah toddy and then I’ve got to get my beauty rest befowah high tea then dinnah.

That’s all fuh now dahlings. Ta-ta!


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Cute Jokes (and maybe a tad naughty)…

Posted in General on January 15th, 2014 by Casey Crow

Happy New Year everyone! What better way to start it off than with a chuckle or two. Thought I’d share some cute jokes. Okay, some are a tad naughty. (hehe)

I’m thinking, though, a male came up with the first one, but the females take revenge with the last one!

Southern Smiles,

Casey Crow



She was standing in the kitchen preparing to

boil eggs for breakfast, wearing only

the ‘T’ shirt that she normally slept in.

As I walked in almost awake, she turned and said softly,

‘You’ve got to make love to me this very moment.’

My eyes lit up and I thought, ‘I am either

still dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day.’

Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced

her and then gave it my all; right there on the kitchen table.

Afterwards she said, ‘Thanks,’ and returned to the stove,

her ‘T’ shirt still around her neck.

A little puzzled, I asked, ‘What was that all about?’

She explained, ‘The egg timer’s broken.


Q: Why are men better then women in reading maps?

A: Because only a man can look at 2.5 centimeters and imagine it to be a mile.


The Man Of The House…SMILE

A husband had just finished reading a new book entitled, ‘You Can Be THE Man of Your House.
Finding new courage that he never knew he had, he stormed into the kitchen and announced to his wife, “From now on, you
need to know that I am the man of this house, and my word is the ‘Law.’ You will prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, bring it to me, and when I am done eating my meal, you will clear the dishes and serve me a scrumptious dessert.
After dinner, you are going to go upstairs with me and we will make love the way I want! Afterwards, you are going to draw
me a bath so I can relax. You will put on soothing music, wash my back, towel me dry, and bring me my robe.
You will massage my feet and hands to relieve any last bit of tension in me, so that I can sleep like a baby. Then, tomorrow,
guess who’s going to dress me and comb my hair?
The wife replied, “The funeral director would be my first guess, unless I have your ass cremated.”


And my personal favorite:




Heat up your holidays with CAN’T FAKE THIS

Posted in General on November 14th, 2013 by Casey Crow

Fall is upon us and winter is fast approaching so stay warm and what better to heat things up with CAN’T FAKE THIS from Loose, id.  This book is going out of print soon so get it while you can!

CAN’T FAKE THIS is about a divorcee ready to reenter the dating world. Anna Ryan is determined to be the best “product on the market,” which requires a lot more experience so she propositions sexy police officer Chase Harris to teach her how to make hot, passionate love as opposed to just having sex. He takes it a step further, instructing each lesson based on The Twelve Days of Christmas.
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me…temptation in a hot package. For more, check out the book trailer.
And here’s a sexy excerpt:
My zipper slid down with a hiss, exposing my bare flesh to the cool air of the room. “Do you know what today is?” I was breathless as the material spilled over my hips.
Chase pushed my hair aside, his tongue sweeping every vertebra until he knelt on his knees kissing the small indention of my lower back. “Sunday.”

“December fourteenth.” I needed to be the one on my knees. My legs had turned all Jell-Oy. Yeah, I wasn’t an expert in the chemistry department, but even I could sense the spark between us, the hot, electric pull. As his teeth pulled at the peach bow of my G-string, I could already imagine his cock sliding into me. He yanked the dress down and turned me around. My crotch was now at his eye level. I rubbed his shaved head, debating whether I should pull his face to my panties or hike a leg over his shoulder. Or both. I settled for the latter before my weak knees collapsed.

“It’s twelve days till Christmas,” I said. The figure eights he licked along my inner thigh made it rather difficult to carry on a coherent conversation.

“Consider tonight an early present.” He swooped in for a taste, or so I thought, as hot air breezed my folds. Before I knew it, Chase slipped my leg off his shoulder and stood to scoop me into his arms. He lowered me onto the cold leather of the sofa, but the chill disintegrated the moment his warm body stretched over me. His large, dark pupils filled with lust — and dare I say, need? — as his dick throbbed between my legs. I squeezed my thighs, putting pressure on his cock. He let out a low groan while my body strained for more than a tease. I lifted my hips to rub up and down on his shaft.

We ground our bodies together, my gaze trapped by his own for a deliciously suspended moment. It never occurred to me this kind of intimacy was odd. I mean, most folks would be kissing and getting it on by now, but after all the exciting tension that had built all night, we suddenly slowed down…to savor. Damn, it was sexy.

Zero doubt played in my mind. I wanted this guy to help execute my plan. “I’m thinking I deserve one every day for the next twelve days,” I said as he moved in for a kiss.

The grinding of his hips against mine stopped. Chase pushed up on his elbows and stared at me, lifting a curious brow.

“Hear me out.” My fingers examined his rib cage, stopping to pay homage to his thick, oblique muscles. “I need someone like you to…” My throat closed. When had my palms become this sweaty? I took my hands off his body so he wouldn’t notice, and prayed the cool air would dry them.

“Like me?”

“Experienced…not looking for attachments.” I threw in the last bit to remind us both Chase fulfilled the role of Frog number one.

He grinned. “What do you need?”

“I want you to spend the next twelve days teaching…showing me how to make love.”

He winced, and sucked a hiss through his teeth. “You write sex for a living.”

“Writing about it and really living it are two different things.” I squirmed out of his hold. He pulled away as I sat Indian style across from him. “Look, here’s the deal. It’s been eight long years since I’ve been single, and now that I’m back on the market, I intend to be the best product out there.”

His lips twitched as his gaze roamed my body. “You’re pretty damn good as you are.”

I blushed and grabbed a red throw pillow to cover my nakedness. “Thanks, but I need, shall we say, tutoring in the fine art of love making.”

“Let me get this straight.” He barely contained the laughter in his voice. “You’re asking me to instruct you on how to have sex?”

“No.  I know how to have sex. Anybody can pump and hump.” The image of my ex flashed in my mind. “I want passion, chemistry and hot, sweaty multiple orgasms.” I tossed the pillow on the floor and rose, knee walking across the sofa toward him. My fingers teased the hem of his T-shirt. They finagled their way underneath the soft material and behind the waistband of his jeans. I pulled him close. “I want to make love.”

“For twelve days? Then I’m off the hook?” He looked so relieved I almost giggled.

I pushed my pelvis against his cock and smiled when it twitched back to life. “Yes.” I grabbed his ass and gave it a tight squeeze. Then, I ran my mouth up the side of his neck to his ear, nibbling the lobe. “You interested?”

As always, thanks for stopping by.
Southern Smiles,

Casey Crow

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Favorite Things About the South

Posted in General on November 6th, 2013 by Casey Crow

Fall is upon us and winter is fast approaching so stay warm and what better to heat things up with CAN’T FAKE THIS from Loose, id.

CAN’T FAKE THIS is about a divorcee ready to reenter the dating world. Anna Ryan is determined to be the best “product on the market,” which requires a lot more experience so she propositions sexy police officer Chase Harris to teach her how to make hot, passionate love as opposed to just having sex. He takes it a step further, instructing each lesson based on The Twelve Days of Christmas.

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me…temptation in a hot package. For more, check out the book trailer and excerpt!

The story definitely has my “Sexy, Sassy & Southern” trademark so in honor of the hotness of CAN’T FAKE THIS and the hot weather down South, I’ve put together my list of Top 10 Favorite Things about the South.

1. Sweet tea and sweeter accents

2. Macaroni & cheese is a vegetable and pecan pie is a staple

3. Y’all is a proper noun

4. Smocked dresses and hairbows as big as a little girl’s head

5. Front porches are wide and words are long

6. Sultry summer nights that start in April

7. Mardi Gras

8. SEC football. Enough said.

9. Pageants are serious business

10. Everything is darlin’ and someone’s heart is always blessed


So what are your favorite things about where you live? I hope you’ll take advantage of the uniqueness of your area and enjoy it, no matter where you hail.

As always, thanks for stopping by.

Southern Smiles,

Casey Crow

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