We took a “family portrait” so the C-man could send a photo of the three of us to his Granny for her 80th birthday. It was a bit spur of the moment photo shoot (i.e. I didn’t have time to shower and it had been awhile…which in my world can mean a few days) and we look a little bit cheesy but it will do for now. Granny has some of our other portraits (i.e. holiday cards) but we figured she probably had a hard time figuring out what was going on so we’d offer up a little something “normal.” Don’t we look awfully normal? (with an emphasis on the awful, ha!). A little too normal for my blood.
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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