a nose full

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A soon to be finished baby blanket for anyone who might have a kid

There is something about knitting that warms my heart and soul…or at least gives my hands something to do when I have moments to spare.  I love the process of starting a project from scratch and watching it slowly evolve into something.  Oh, if only there were more chilly days in California so I could wear one of my many scarves.  I guess I should stick to baby blankets for now and maybe Cooper could send them to his brides once they get pregnant.  Or, maybe my sister should work on having another baby (winka, winka)…or, perhaps my big brother is next in line (triple winka winka winka).  I’ll just keep knitting until something happens.

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Tea consumption

I think I must be fighting the tail end of a cold while also experiencing mad allergies.  Cooper too has been sniffling up a storm and sneezing like mad…it is a very pleasant sight in our apartment!!  I can’t remember if I have mentioned this before, but one of my favorite things to do when I sneeze is to let all my mouth muscles go loose and just let the sneeze take over.  It makes for one of the best sneezing experiences known to man.  The end result is a lot like the noise a horse makes while your cheeks vibrate in a rapid motion. So well worth a try. My one suggestion is to reserve such sneezing for the privacy of your own home.   

Although the cold, allergies, sneezing, sniffling, and sore throats are not fun, at least we drink a lot of tea and I get to add the used tea bags to my collection (for art projects, of course). 


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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