i just washed my face

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Easter Brunch 2007

It is 5:52pm and I just washed my face.  It is amazing what unemployment can do to your normal schedule.  I am typically not the kind of person who likes to just lounge around and not be active with my day, but today I totally failed.  As a matter of fact, I am still wearing the same shirt that I was wearing last night when I went out with some buddies, and I just now put a hat on to hide any greasy hair.   I know “they” say you should get up, shower and dress as though you are going to a job and then apply to hundreds of jobs, but I am no where near that today.   At least I have been semi-productive and applied to a job and already got a call for an interview, oh and I watched the missed episode of the bachelor on my laptop (I just lost 29357927359280283409235928759873984723 points for saying that).

Last night Jeff and Gordy did a fine job of reassuring me that unemployment is ok and is a time to enjoy doing nothing (within reason).  Gordy suggested reading lots of Russian novels and consuming chocolate all day long.  Love the idea.  Jeff encouraged me to really pursue the arts.  Love the idea.  So, after a day of way too much computer use, I have made my plan of attack for tomorrow:

  • go for a long walk
  • take a shower!
  • go to the cheap art recycle place and get inspired
  • go to the expensive art store and get inspired
  • paint!
  • look and apply for jobs
  • if time, knit, take photos, or go to a coffeeshop to read

Repeat on Thursday.

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This past weekend my parents were in town for Easter.  We did the usual fine job of going from one restaurant to the next…I see the stretch marks forming already.  Cooper and I made brunch on Sunday morning…what a treat it was to have our first dinner party in our new apartment!  Who knew six adults could survive crouching over a coffeetable to eat their meal?  Some day we will have a real table, someday.

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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