Thanksgiving 2009. Simple and easy. Cooper and I agreed that while our turkeyday was delectable, relaxing and nice…next year we vow to be with family. This year, rather than family we surrounded ourselves with dogs which sometimes can be just as much fun and easier to deal with.
We played…
Cooper cooked (Ali tried but ended up only making a podunk fruit salad)…
Cooper carved…
Oslo watched from his perch…
We ate…
And the dogs got to do their part (i.e. lick bowls and let the food coma take over)…
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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