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Hi.  I’m Alison.  With one ‘L’.  I’m special like that.  I’m 5’1” and I like to complain about it.  A lot.  Just ask my family. They are pretty fantastic. I have 2 younger brothers that are no longer my little brothers.  They haven’t been for a very long time.  My parents are pretty great too. I look like my mom.  I’m okay with that.  I am a daddy’s girl and wouldn’t have it any other way.  I have a movie collection that rivals Netflix.  I’m quite proud of it.  I judge people based on their favorite movies, and take these preferences quite serious.  The only sushi I will eat is Swedish Fish, and I wish I had a Dr. Pepper fountain in my house.  And don’t ask me if Mr. Pibb is okay.  It’s not. I watch entirely too much TV, but I’m okay with it.  I grew up in Heber.  It isn’t that far of a drive, especially with my lead foot.  I think I was a race car driver in a former life. Speaking of race cars, I like NASCAR.  I swear I’m not a redneck.  I love to cook, but hate doing dishes.

I love to quilt.  It is quite an expensive habit to have. True blue is Cougar Blue. I work for Zion’s Bank, but I can’t balance my own checkbook.  I sleep with a stuffed bear.  His name is Hershey, and he goes everywhere with me like I’m 5 years old, and I’m okay with that.  I was in a movie when I was 5.  I wore a pink snow suit and threw snowballs for a few hours. I ate spaghetti for lunch and got paid $65 for it.  Don’t bother checking IMDB for the movie credit though.  I like to take pictures occasionally. I want to live in Chevy Chase, Maryland one day.  I love roller coasters.  The scarier the better.  I talk in movie quotes. I’m hilarious.  I should have my own TV show I’m so funny. If sarcasm burned calories I would look like half an Olsen twin.  I am single.  Shocking.  I know. I’m not crazy. My mother had me tested.