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I realized something the other day when Cooper and I were sitting by the pool in Mexico doing nothing…the first part of your life you listen to other people tell life stories and you begin to create your own. The second part of life is (primarily) filled telling the stories you created.  Actually, maybe life is broken into thirds: the first third is listening to stories, the second third is creating and telling stories, and the final third is simply telling the stories.  Â
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When I got back from my trip the other night I came home to an apartment filled with a new smell. It is the smell of all the flowers blooming on my kumquat tree! I will have to post pictures once Cooper returns from his bachelor party with all the camera hookups…I never would have imagined that 1.) the tree would still be alive and 2.) that it would produce so many sweet smelling flowers.
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While Cooper is away eating meat, drinking beers, and grunting like men do…I get to enjoy a little girls weekend with Emily Abbott.  I can’t wait to get to go to our favorite Berkeley eateries and spend a good portion of our time fixing cars…I mean shopping. Â
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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