whirlwind…

Last weekend was one heck of a whirlwind. I am surprised I survived! Can’t beat quality time with family and friends and a ton of good food. When I say a ton a fun I mean a TON of food. My cheeks are larger, no doubt.

Some photo highlights (but they don’t cover half of the events!):

We…

Had breakfast with my mom then went straight to lunch with the Rues and Vidergars then…

Went out to dinner where Amelia really wanted to be just like Assi…

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We ate a big chocolate donut as my b-day cake. Thanks, Cyril! Soooo good…

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After the b-day cake we went out with Ashley and John for more dessert. Aye carumba!  (Great to see you guys!)

The next day we had family over for b-fast and once they left we went off to the CIRCUS! Yes, I felt really bad for the elephants and tigers, but you have to overlook it when you have a 2.5 year old or 5 month old on your lap…

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Then Cooper and I went to the Great American Beer Festival and saw/drank the fruits of Pat and Rachel’s labor…the beer is amazing! If you ever see Bruery beer on the shelves, buy all that you can…you won’t regret it…

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The 27% beer was a life experience, no doubt…

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The next morning as hard as it was we went to church to listen to Amelia sing a song with the rest of her class of 2 year olds. She was a star. Then we took photo after photo of Nora…

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And of course, Amelia…

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Then, you guessed it! PUMPKIN CARVING TIME!!

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After all of these action packed days I don’t know what to do with myself. Oh, wait…that’s right…pack for your move on SUNDAY! I currently only have one boxed packed, that’s it. As I always say in times like these, “Screw me over and pass the peanuts.”

Thanks, folks, for all the b-day notes. I try to avoid making a deal out of b-days but you all made me feel very loved (Actually, maybe I should be thanking Facebook…just kidding…kind of).

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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