butter is coating my throat

I have butter coating my throat.Â Â How many danishes can one person eat in a weekend, you may ask?Â I don’t even want toÂ admit to the number we ate while in the danish capital ofÂ SoCal…Solvang.Â Â Â Instead, let me pretend like I didn’t spend the weekend giving my jaw muscles a workout and show you activities that do not require mass amounts of eating. (I have only made dinner for myself once in the past week and a half.Â disgusting):Â

Â I am trying to get Cooper to use this photo on his intro page of his website.Â I wish you could have seen the rest of the wedding party!Â

Miniature horse farm.Â I guess these are similar to a dog, but in horse form.Â Â

A stop at a lavender farm.Â I LOVE lavender…too bad a bottle of lotion costs as much as a bottle of really nice wine!!

Speaking of wine, we did a lot of wine tasting.Â At the first wine stop we pretended to know what we were doing, but I think the wine guy caught on that we are wine stupid.Â He could have put anything under our noses and we would have loved it.

A glamour shot at the mission

Another glamour shot at the mission (please reference the previous post to view more of my mom and myself covering our faces…she has taught me how to hate being on the other end of the camera lense).Â

More wine tasting.Â This time at an organic vineyard.Â My dad certainly got his $10 bucks worth!! If only the owners knew how much he had…hahahahaha

Cooper excitedly tasting some wine.

You wouldn’t know it, but my mom is also excitedly tasting some wine

After a few nights in the Danish world, we decided to bring it to the next level and stop in Santa Barbara to enjoy the world with the rich and beautifulÂ people.

With a belly full of comida, it was time to head back and start fasting.Â If only my little car didn’t feel like a cardboard box while in 70 mph winds.

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! View all posts by Ali Carras