At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked “What is your name little girl?”  My reply: “Assi.”  The woman gave me a look like, “Are you playing with me you little devil?” but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker, “We have a lost Assi at the front of the store.” Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them…even though they didn’t need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing.  I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. Oh, Allison…that was cheesy.

  1. Oh my gosh your blog is so fun! Your sense of humor is the best,and all the photos are so wonderful. I will be a frequent visitor.
    Why do you not allow any comments on your posts?

  2. hey ali,
    i just found your page off of your twitter account. this rocks! now i can stalk you and cooper like i always wanted to. miss you guys.