It's rare to find Alisha anywhere because her schedule is about as hectic as can be imagined. If you do, by chance, get a minute or two with her, you can undoubtedly count on hearing her latest up-and-coming-artist cd.She has an incredible nack for thrift shopping and is bound to come home with something bizarre and unnecessary every time. Her car stereo is currently not in working order so if you should happen to pull up next to her at a stop light you most likely catch her making her own music, and dancing to it. Do not attempt to dissrupt her while in the middle of the Fraggle Rock Theme Song, it's hard telling what she is capable of.
A lot has gone on in Alisha's life in the last few months. After a second near-fatal beretta accident, she finds herself hobbling around, but fortunately she is off crutches and just sporting the aircast (the aircast decorated with a #3, thanks Bill). She is currently being held hostage at her parents home, so she has some cabin fever and a lot of cats. She also cut all of her hair off and is now sporting a tousled pixie cut. Its very favorable to most, except her mother (which we expect is the reason why Alisha loves the new cut so much).
****************************UPDATE 02.19.04**************************
Alisha has made a stunning recovery and she no longer requires a cast. She now just hobbles along, with minor irritation thanks to her numerous steel plates in the right ankle. She has a crooked leg. Its kind of funny to outsiders. Well, outsiders and me. So she finally won the battle and moved back to her apartment, much to her mother's dismay. She is not taking phone calls from unknown numbers, as she is avoiding the professors that she still owes back work for last semester.
She is driving the grocery getter and invested in some much needed air fresheners for that beast. She still needs coercing in order to sport the hotwheels flaming seat covers. I am completely shocked that she is insurable, but once again, life is funny. She was back to her regular insanity as of yesterday, moving the refridgerator by herself, with a gimp leg. She discovered some new Mexican furniture marts so she has been very busy. She needs a bananna seat bicycle and a full-time job, so if you have either that you are willing to send her way, please, by all means, do so. She has escaped the cats and inveigled her way into a bed frame and box spring set. Yesterday, not knowing how the whole gas-waterheater thing worked, she took an insanely ice cold shower and boiled water to salvage her shampoo job. Old girl never ceases to amaze.
**************************** UPDATE 03.19.04**************************
These are crazy days we are living in. Life is Alisha's roller coaster and we are all just along for the ride, hoping that the seatbelts and safety bars pass code and wont break on an upside down loop. Alisha Ann became a "career woman" as she so fondly puts it. She got herself a career and a little boyfriend. Wierd how that works out. I suppose this update should be used to explain a little more about Alisha's automobile incident record, seeing as how we just up'ed the number one more, when Dale almost colided with yet another pedestrian. The garbage truck came out of nowhere I'm pretty sure.
It all started back at age 16, when Lish first drove her Pink Chevy Malibu. She still maintains that the guy was drunk and fell over into the roadway. She says she slammed on the brakes and just barely "tapped" him. Regardless, the POlice do not look fondly on even "tapping". That incident pretty much tied up her probationary license untill she was 18, going on 19. At this time she received the first of the white Berettas, which Bill so lovingly decaled with a #3 and Flame Seatcovers. Nice. If you ever saw it, just plain NICE. She had that vehicle for maybe a month before turning into oncoming traffic and being broadsided by a Ford F150. At this point she is still accellerating for whatever reason and goes into a tailspin which eventually totals a new Monte Carlo, A fence, a garden, a bank, maybe two other cars and is finally detoured by ta destructive run in with a FedEx truck (otherwise she would have made a new entrance for Pets Mart customers). She survives lightly scathed. I have the video to prove such. In a few months time she receives yet another Beretta, identical to the first. Bill is just that good. Within a few months this one somehow ends up driving itself into a tree. She spends Thanksgiving in the hospital with a number of bolts and plates in her once "good" leg. She recovers eventually and gets permission to drive the 89 Cierra Cruiser "Dale". (Which her little boyfriend subsequently decals with flames) Somehow there was some run-in of sorts with an oncoming garbage truck and its worker man, so Dale ended up in some field mudding for the afternoon. Luckily she, once agian, survives unscathed. God watches this very busy girl. Im out of clever things to say, so I'll finish this update later.
Her undying affection for sheep is admirable although slightly odd. As the eldest child, she is used to paving her own road; I suggest you stay out of the way.
