Last week it looked like this in Colorado:
Today in Oakland it was so rainy and windy I thought a tree was going to come through our window (to which Cooper decided to cut the branch from the window…I am surprised no one on the street below us got hurt).
It is time to recuperate from the holidays. Everyone seems to have had a cold and now I guess it is my turn (my nose is raw!). I don’t have a lot of mental juice, it seems to be seeping out of my nose every 2.5 seconds.
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A highlight from my time at home for the holidays…Â
What do you do when your dad turns 65? Remind him of his youth:Â
“Dr. Daddy Bruce Heads,” dinner at the Flagstaff House, Dad’s 65th birthday
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.
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