Friday, April 25, 2008

Alison and Pete make for good convo

Dear Blog,

Aaron and I talk on iChat a lot. Since we're both on the computer all day it is very condusive to have little quick chats and that way I don't feel like I haven't seen him all day. Pete is our handyman at work and I must say, I love me some Pete. He brightens my day like every day. Here is a pic of me and Pete.



I always have a story about Pete everyday and today I regaled it to Aaron over ichat. The end turns out to be rather humorous.

alison:so this is funny
i'm riding home on my scooter
and i'm at the stop light of 4th and kings
and i just hear this person honking and honking
and i look over
and it's pete!
big smile

aaron:haha

Alison:no teeth
arm just a wavin

Aaron:hahaha

Alison: and it warmed my heart

Aaron:yeah

Alison:yeah

Alison: cause he looooooooves me

Aaron:thats a good story
true
he does

Alison: althought
today
he told me i was going to die like johnny cochran did
with a brain aneurysm

Aaron: y?

Alison: because i'm always on the phone

Aaron: you are?

Alison:people always callin
so i gotta talk

Aaron:true
well i hope thats not the case

Alison: me too

Aaron: we are gonna die when we are 115

Alison:ok
sounds good

Aaron: and we will be on the smuckers commercial together

Alison:hahahahahahahahaha
lol

Aaron: ill be hunched over and you will have white hair with big ole glasses

hahaha
hahahahahaha
hahahahahahaha

Alison: hopefully i'll have my eyes fixed by then
true

xoxo,
Alison

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Gimme, gimme More, gimme more, gimme, gimme More

Dear Blog,

So, I've been tagged by Crist to do this THING, where I tell you 6 things about me or something. And I'm like, don't I already tell you people enough? I think I get pretty nitty gritty on this here blog, my trials, tribulations, wants and needs. But, NO, you want more, more, more. And to that, I say, fine. I will give you more.
Here are the rules;
Six Quirky Things About Me

Rules:
* Link to the person that tagged you.
* Post the rules on your blog.
* Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
* Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
* Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

I think I'm going to have to not follow the last two rules because I don't know 6 bloggers that would do this, so, sorry person who made up the rules but this part of the Family Tree stops with me.

1. When I was little I wanted to be a donut maker. Seriously, that's what I would call it too. I wanted to be that person who got up at 3 a.m to make donuts at Dunkin' Donuts for all of the early risers who found sugar to be their breakfast of choice. I thought their was nothing more perfect than a donut. I still think that. I had high ambitions as a 4 year old. Makin' the parents proud. And I was the over achiever in the family.

2. When I'm working out and listening to the iPizzle, I mostly listen to some hip hop and urban beats. Not only do I listen to some booty shakin' music, I choreograph Fly Girl dances in my head to go to the song. Of course, I am always the star fly girl. I even think about what I would wear in the hip hop videos. I imagine myself to be the flyest white girl in all the videos. Pretty soon I have all of the hottest stars asking me to be in their video.

3. Sometimes I can be so cheap!! Clothing and accessories aside, I won't buy anything unless Aaron and I absolutely have to have it. "Aaron, are you sure you need to eat this week? Now, brushing our teeth...is that a necessity? Cause...we're out of toothpaste." I'll use all of the lotion out of little hotel mini bottles before I go buy some more. That's where I save money so I can buy more important things.

4. I'm not a very sympathetic person. I wasn't born with that gene. I mean, I'll be sympathetic if it is something worth being sympathetic to; not being able to get pregnant, getting fired from a job; natural disasters; but you're talking to the wrong girl if you complain about dumb things. Case in point; I used to have a co-worker who could find the negative in any given situation and then would turn it around like the universe is totally against her and WOE, WOE IS SHE. Well, all that starts to get so old and people tune you out. Besides, I firmly believe we are in charge of our own happiness. If you're waiting on it from someone else, well you'll be waiting a long time. Check it.

5. I cry at everything. Give me a commercial with some sad dogs who aren't being adopted and I'll cry like a baby. Give me a 20/20 special with Babwa Walters and show like two people being reunited and I'll just crrrrryyyyyyyy and crrrrryyyyyyyy. Aaron thinks I'm cah-razy and all I can say is, I get it from my Momma. She be that way too.

6. Now, this is kind of weird. But, I make friends very easily with all men over 50. I have like 4 friends from my past jobs who are all over 50 and who will still call me regularly to chew the fat. Now, I know some of y'all think that's creepy but it's totally just a friendship. All of them know Aaron and I know their wives and we're just friends. So, if you know any 50+ men who are nice and looking for a friend who will make them laugh just send 'em on my way.

Now, are you all satisfied?

xoxo,
Alison

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Our Father, who art in Heaven


Dear Blog,

This past week I felt like God was telling me to go to church. Why? Well duh, I'll tell you.
1. I was talking to my main man Pete,the handy man at the studio, and asking him why can't I just be rich? His reply? "Awwww, Alison, lookah here; you got more riches than you already know. Every day above ground is another day in Paradise. Praise Jesus." Well, damn Pete. Couldn't you just commiserate with me for a few minutes here and we could talk about how fun it is to buy shit? Apparently not.

2. A friend emailed us and invited us to church.

3. While walking Bella yesterday we ran into the minister who married us and she invited us to come to church.

Now, wouldn't you take that as a sign that someone upstairs wants you to go to church?
This morning Aaron and I woke up around 8, he took his laptop into the den and I remained in bed with my laptop. Around 8:45 I i'med him and asked him if he wanted to go to church, he i'med back and said sure. I think it's fun to instant message in the same house. It's all lazy and technical at the same time. Sometimes we even instant message while in the same room, now that is lazy but sometimes you just don't feel like talking. I'm really getting off the whole God subject aren't I?

So, we go to church and after about 8 songs, I hunker down in my seat to get some good, juicy sermoning. The preacher immediately started talking about the Kingdom of Heaven and I'm all about the Kingdom of Heaven so I turn on my ears real good. Alas, as always happens in church, my little mind starts a wonderin'.

What is the Kingdom of Heaven like? Well, in my Kingdom of Heaven I sit on top of a fluffy little cloud that never gets Bella hair and pieces of grass and earth all over it, Eddie Vedder follows me around and sings quietly, the BoJangles drive-thru is the next cloud over and all of the fried chicken in the world does nothing to my size 4 figure. I wear vintage Chanel on the days I know I'm going to see the Big Guy and Balenciaga when I'm feeling a little devilish. Aaron and I laugh and play with little Bella all day long...

Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeech. All thoughts come to a halt.

Will Aaron recognize me in Heaven? What if I'm floating around in Heaven and I see Aaron and some random chick eating McDonald's fries together (ed. note: in Aaron's Heaven the McDonald's drive thru is the next cloud over) and his girlfriend is all "Aaron, maybe you should only eat half your fries." And then I have smoke coming out of my halo because I'm the only one who can tell Aaron that maybe he should only eat half his fries!! Uh oh. I'm about to cut a bitch in Heaven.

I'm totally getting kicked out of Heaven.

xoxo,
Alison

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Stuck in my Craw

Dear Blog,

Have you heard that expression? I'm pretty sure it's only relevant in the South. Having something stuck in your craw is like something is bugging you and it just won't go away, like a little gnat. I can only imagine what a 'craw' is, let's just leave that up to everyone's individual creative mind.

Well, I have something stuck in my craw. I'm trying to just let...it...go...but it won't. I keep thinking about it and running the scenario through my mind. Here's the biz: When I was a senior at Furman my sorority ordered some Nalgene bottles in our colors with the Chi and Omega emblazoned on the front of the Nalgene. Cut to 5 years later and I still have mine, those things last forever. Since I still have it, I drink out of it. I mean, why would I buy another one? I don't care if it still says XO on it. Well, today I'm happily drinking some water minding my own bidness and the following scene unfolds:

Rando Girl: "Were you a Chi O?"
Alison: "Yep," (pause) "Were you?" (she says with a smile)
Rando Girl: "Ewwwwww NO."
Alison: Bewildered, "Well, that was lovely of you."
Rando Girl: "They were bitches at my school."
Alison: "Well, we were bitches too." Turn around and take a long swig out of said Chi freakin' Omega water bottle.

Alright, so I know I am in control of my emotions and I totally RE-acted to that situation but I just had to. I was not about to let that girl run up on me talking about "Ewwwwww NO." I was minding MY business and SHE started being RUDE to ME. (All caps for major emphasis)

Now, with that being said. What is the big damn deal about being in a sorority? Because honestly, I could have not cared less whether or not that girl was in a sorority, in MY sorority, or was not. If you want to be in a sorority, be in one. If you don't, then don't. The end. Any other problems that arise are your insecurity and not mine.

The end.

xoxo,
Alison

Monday, April 14, 2008

April Showers (supposedly) bring May Flowers

Dear Blog,

What if you don't care about flowers? I don't care about flowers, I mean they're nice and all but you will definitely not find me on any given Saturday outside planting flowers in my yard, or weeding, or digging. That bug just hasn't hit me yet, maybe it will? Who cares, anyway. I told Aaron never to buy me flowers as a nice gesture because I didn't like flowers. He hasn't. Alright, enough about the damn flowers already. It has been raining like the dickens here in Charlotte and while we need the rain, I'm really just ready to wear my new, white, shades I bought this past weekend. They are super cool and they really complement my helmet that I wear to ride the Vespa. It's all about the accessories, really. I'm sad to say though, these super white hot sunglasses are not an Alison original. One of my best friends, we'll call him "Spum" has a super hot girlfriend and she wore these sunglasses to my rehearsal dinner last year and ever since that night, I've been wanting these sunglasses. I know you're thinking, who notices a pair of sunglasses at their rehearsal dinner and is still stalking them out almost a year later? The answer would be me, my friends. The one and only. I will always notice what you are wearing and more than likely definitely will be judging it. I can't help it, it's just the way God made me. Here is a pic of Gilleon (Spum's girlfriend) in the sunglasses that I just bought.



I don't know why I just gave you all the background about these sunglasses, I just really, really liked 'em and am excited to wear them.

In other news, my mom came this weekend! Of course we went shopping but I didn't get myself into trouble like I did the last time she came. I steered way clear of the handbag section. Aside from all of the shopping that was done, I got a great kick out of taking Mom on a Vespa ride. She was a little wary but I convinced her that I take Aaron on the Vespa alllllllllllll the time. It's true. Well wouldn't you know that Mom loves the Vespa? She was waving at everyone like she was in a parade and if someone was on a sidewalk she would say "HEY!" and I was laughing so hard. We looked a sight. I really wish I had gotten a pic but I didn't have the camera. Sad.

xoxo,
Alison

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

A blessing and a curse

Dear Blog,

A blessing and a curse, doesn't that seem to be so fitting an adjective for New York City? Continuing our jet-setting life style, last weekend Aaron and I hit up the Big Apple. In true Aaron and Alison fashion, we got in on a Friday night and left on Sunday night. I liken trips to New York like taking a shot of cheap tequila, strong, fast and gets the job done quick. There was a point in my life when I thought I could live in NY but I gotta give props to my NY peeps, I don't know how y'all do it. I gotta have my personal space and I would prefer not to be tempted every other day with something outrageously expensive, because I know myself. If I want it, I'ma buy it. I can rationalize everything. Don't tempt me.

So. This trip to NYC was especially funny because now Poppa Williams is living up there. After coordinating train schedules, synchronizing watches, several phone calls, texts on the blackberries reading "We're leaving!" "The train is slow!" "Why is this 3 year old trying to lift up my dress?" "The person beside me smells! Eeeeewww!!!" and finally, "I'm here!" Aaron, myself, Spurgeon and Poppa Dubs met up at Grand Central Station for some crazy wild times in Neeeeeeeeeew YORK Ceety! Spurgeon was right on point and had a place for us to eat brunch and so off we went. My dad and Spurgeon are rather loud individuals and when you pair that up with the fact that they look like this;



With one decked out in Clemson Tiger Sports Network gear and the other wearing traditional Indian gear, well, we got a lot of looks. But, it was so fun! We all had a great lunch, had a lot of laughs with my Dad regaling us with tales of calling people "WHACK" and walking around in Union Square. We then bid au revoir to Poppa Dubs and decided to get down to the nitty gritty. Shopping in SoHo. Now, you may remember that Aaron and I got into a little bit of a tussle about my previous shopping trip and so I didn't know what to expect this go 'round. Since Aaron was with me how was I going to follow my usual motto of; just ask for forgiveness, NOT permission. I guess I'm just gonna have to ask permission. And guess what folks? That little plan worked. I got a pair of KICK ASS Alexis Bittar earrings from the fabulous store in SoHo and probably the dopest trench coat EVER MADE PEOPLE! I'm talking it is so great that I get goose bumps just thinking about it. I still can't believe it's mine. I did have to spend some of my Christian Louboutin savings fund for the coat, but it was so worth it. I got to wear it the other day and I have to say, I was already begging for the next rainy day. I might post some pics, we'll see. My trip was totally made after buying the coat with some of my fave peeps, Paul, Kate, Spurgeon, Gilleon and the one and only Aaron encouraging me to just buy the damn thing.

I think I forgot everything else that happened after that because I was in a state of pure nirvana after my shopping experience.

All in all, thanks to Paul, Kate, Spurgeon and Gilleon for making this trip so fun that I was in a state of mild depression when I got home. Sigh.



Caption: Aaron is high on life. Alison is high on trench coats. Random dude in the back is just plain high.

xoxo,
alison

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

2 great vids

Check out these videos to laugh and laugh and to learn a little bit more about BellaFrench than you EVER wanted to know!

dport7

Uncle Urb

xoxo,
Alison