stressing my ass off

stress causes overeating which goes straight to the caboose (as exhibited in the photo above)

I am feeling a little stressed. I leave on Thursday for Nam (Vietnam that is) and have so much to do before then my mind won’t stop going over the list in my head. While doing dishes I started to have hot flashes thinking about all that I need to get done. Serious hot flashes. My sister knows that when I get stressed I am prone to keep listing all the things I have to do that I spend too much time listing and don’t actually do the things I have to get done (remember my move out of the dorms sista? I would never have been able to get out of there if you hadn’t been around to help me stop listing). Maybe I should joing listers anonymous or something.

Orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, maybe Cooper and I should go out for a drink.

Ben and Nicks. New Year’s Eve partying on the 2nd of January, 2007.

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Last night Cooper and I went to our friend’s apartment for a dinner party/engagement party (he just got engaged!). This was no mac and cheese out of a box dinner party, no sir. This was a multi course, several fork, 98759875 different wine glasses, butter in a little cube, salad after the main course to cleanse your palate sort of dinner party. It was AMAZING and Justin just may be my new favorite cook (in addition to Cooper and my mom). The most exciting part was his “breakfast for dessert” dish…dulce de leche ice cream (the egg white) with incredible stewed peaches (which looked like egg yolks) pound cake (the toast) and candied oranges (little bacon pieces). If only we had a camera. Justin is such an awesome person. We love him.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILY!!

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! View all posts by Ali Carras