photobooth action

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photobooth action, 2007

I think the old saying, “You can’t help but love a photobooth” couldn’t be more true.   As a child my mom and I used to talk about the things we loved from each day before going to sleep and she would always remind me: “Assi, don’t forget, you love photobooths.”  Yes, mother, I always have and I always will.

None of the above is true except for the fact that people can’t help but love a photobooth.  Personally, I always get a bit shy when I see one.  I can hear it calling my name and I can sense it wanting me to come in and take a photo, but I get hesitant.  Until you sit in and close the curtain.  Then it is easy to become a different person and live in the limelight.

Notice how Cooper’s head looks like twice the size of mine.  We did another set in Color and I sat in front, but my little while head looks like a turtle so maybe I won’t post those.

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We are in Washington now.  Pierce Carsnon (our car) made the 12 hour trip very comfortable and speedy.  Our first stop along the way was at Burger King for breakfast, at which time I decided I needed to call my mom to report on what crap food I got to eat on the road trip.  Before we left BK we grabbed a crown which was deemed as our driving hat.  Too bad Cooper’s head is so big, the crown idea didn’t last too long on him.  The highlight in the crap food extravaganza: McDonalds in Oregon.  It was a luxury McDonalds complete with nice seating in front of a fireplace, a canoe on the ceiling, and a dessert bar!  We enjoyed a hot fudge sundae and dippin’ dots.  I put on 10 pounds in one day.  So it goes.   

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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