kid card table home
I hope this past weekend isn’t a sign of what is to come over the next 29892875 months while I look for a new job. Â As of 1:00am on Saturday morning, I have not yet left the apartment (current time is 11:13pm on Sunday evening). Â The weather this weekend was absolutely beautiful (as seen from the window)…too bad I didn’t go outside to play. Â I suppose the rationale for why I stayed indoors all weekend is partially valid: Saturday I had to recover from the all you can drink wine from Fondue Fred’s, not to mention broomball which took a major toll on my little body…and today I had to work on an art project which I have to complete before I go home on Tuesday. Â I only had today and have part of tomorrow to put the finishing touches on the card table playhouse and I worked all the livelong day to try and get it done. Â Now I feel like a hunchback woman with major back pain from crouching over my project for 12 hours.
I am not so sure I am prepared to leave for Morocco this week…I have too much to do!
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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