flowers, lard and cravings

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The flowers blooming on my kumquat tree…oh the smells!

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This morning I was super productive…I played with lard for hours.


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Looks like lard, but it is not.

Actually, the lard was lotion that I attempted to spoon feed from one bottle into another (the pump stopped working in one of the bottles).  Yes, it was one of my most accomplished moments.  I did a mighty fine job of convincing Cooper that I really was playing with lard for hours. 

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My reading spot in Puerto Vallarta

Since I have been back from our Mexico trip, I have had one strong craving…reading lots and lots of books.  Thank goodness for the Half Price Book store and their clearance $1 section!!  Luckily my craving is fairly healthy compared to some of the other things I could easily become obsessed with, but it also hinders on my ability to do other things with my day (besides playing with lotion that looks like lard).  Reading is somewhat like the Pringle’s chip commercial…”once you pop you can’t stop.”  Once I get going I can’t put the book down.  Just in the past couple of days I have read nearly two books.  Tomorrow I am going to force myself to paint and walk up the wazoo. 

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Actually, I have to take that back, I do have two other craving since Mexico…I LOVED the tortilla soup and chilaquiles that I ate religiously while in the land of paradise.  As a matter of fact, I think I may need to try and make chilaquiles tonight for dinner (although normally it is a breakfast food).  I shouldn’t be hungry, but even the thought of chilaquiles makes my mouth water buckets of saliva.   

Author: Ali Carras

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 the "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. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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