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THIS LIFE IN WRITING: SOOOOO TIRED. I mean, even after you've gotten home after leaving your house 14 hours earlier, warmed-up for and performed two shows, spent time with friends and family alike in the great city of brotherly love, drove your sister home and dodged deer as you drove yourself home, as well as fixed the furnace which likes to keep your house at a cool 50 degrees--even after all of that, sometimes you need to THIS LIFE IN WRITING: ROAD TRIP FOR THE CHRISTIAN AND THE Today, my friend, Emily, and I drove up to San Francisco from Los Angeles. Technically, I guess the drive could only take about six hours, but we wanted to take the scenic route via the Pacific Coastal Highway, so we took a good eight hours or so to get here. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: THIS BIRTHDAY Like Christmas when you look around and all you see is a floor littered with green and red and gold wrapping. Like your college diploma that you tuck into a drawer and only think about when you pay your loan; that you only view when you have to take it out of the drawer just to pack it in a box en route to a new drawer because you are moving to a new home. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: 2008 My name is Jessica and this is a nice, quiet space that I like to cramwith words. Enjoy.
THIS LIFE IN WRITING: CHICAGO DAYS Because sometimes it's easy to forget about how great we are. Together. Sometimes it's easy to go all business. At least it is for me. You know, the budget, the bills, the don't forget to leave a check for the kind woman who cleans our house because she's coming tomorrow kind of conversations. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: THANKS FOR THE INPUT, REALLY. And that's not all. I had just bought these lovely, light grey skinny jeans and was trying them on when a friend happened to walk in. Excitedly, I asked him if THIS LIFE IN WRITING: BUT, I AM A CHRISTIAN! There are also a good amount of musicians with their guitars spread throughout the area and one guy stood out, in particular. He was rather short and hefty with kind of messy tight curls, a la Crusty theClown.
THIS LIFE IN WRITING See, my brother and my friend Joe worked on a little pet project called thislifeinwriting.com. Yes, dot. com. As in, I am totally running with the big dogs now. Anyway, we started off with a wordpress layout called nona that made me kind of happy but not thrilled but then Jase told me to get sketching and writing the title with my own handwriting and then he scanned everything and then we THIS LIFE IN WRITING: OLD SCARY BASEMENT old scary basement. She crept quietly out the back door of her apartment, immediately met by the strong odor of the mothballs that she thought she had already dealt with. As the rickety wooden stairs gave way to cement and brick, winding their way down to the basement, she hesitated Wanting desperately to turn back, she stood at the THIS LIFE IN WRITING: EATS And when I say whatever you cook them in, I don't mean you in the general sense of the word; I truly mean you as in not me.Because if we are talking about cooking mushrooms, chances are you will cook thembefore I do.
THIS LIFE IN WRITING: SOOOOO TIRED. I mean, even after you've gotten home after leaving your house 14 hours earlier, warmed-up for and performed two shows, spent time with friends and family alike in the great city of brotherly love, drove your sister home and dodged deer as you drove yourself home, as well as fixed the furnace which likes to keep your house at a cool 50 degrees--even after all of that, sometimes you need to THIS LIFE IN WRITING: ROAD TRIP FOR THE CHRISTIAN AND THE Today, my friend, Emily, and I drove up to San Francisco from Los Angeles. Technically, I guess the drive could only take about six hours, but we wanted to take the scenic route via the Pacific Coastal Highway, so we took a good eight hours or so to get here. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: THIS BIRTHDAY Like Christmas when you look around and all you see is a floor littered with green and red and gold wrapping. Like your college diploma that you tuck into a drawer and only think about when you pay your loan; that you only view when you have to take it out of the drawer just to pack it in a box en route to a new drawer because you are moving to a new home. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: 2008 My name is Jessica and this is a nice, quiet space that I like to cramwith words. Enjoy.
THIS LIFE IN WRITING: CHICAGO DAYS Because sometimes it's easy to forget about how great we are. Together. Sometimes it's easy to go all business. At least it is for me. You know, the budget, the bills, the don't forget to leave a check for the kind woman who cleans our house because she's coming tomorrow kind of conversations. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: THANKS FOR THE INPUT, REALLY. And that's not all. I had just bought these lovely, light grey skinny jeans and was trying them on when a friend happened to walk in. Excitedly, I asked him if THIS LIFE IN WRITING: BUT, I AM A CHRISTIAN! There are also a good amount of musicians with their guitars spread throughout the area and one guy stood out, in particular. He was rather short and hefty with kind of messy tight curls, a la Crusty theClown.
THIS LIFE IN WRITING: THIS LIFE Last time I was on tour, there was a space of about 10 minutes in which I missed three different calls from various family members--one from Josh, one from Jase, and one from mom. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: DAYLIGHT Heck, it was even sort of nice waking up at 5:30 am, since I was waking in my own bed to a still gray morning in which the sun was slowly rising, casting dawn upon us all like a spell. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: RAINY THURSDAY There is almost nothing like the feeling of writing music. When a song goes from a single chord or a small thought and shapes into a life of its own with a body and a point and a bridge, I can feel like I am lucky enough to be included. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: ON WHY A SMALL COMPONENT OF MY Because no, Drew Copeland, I was not awake yet; my eyes were firmly and contentedly shut--at least they were until I was forced to open them and gaze upon the googly eyes you just sent my way. Oh, and if Journey blares from your alarm clock one more time, well then, let's just say that anyway you want it will not be happening for you anytime soon.
THIS LIFE IN WRITING: TONIGHT. WHATEVER. For reasons I don't care to get into too specifically, things just felt bad tonight. My foot hurts. I feel like I get tons of notes for a song that I. DON'T. EVEN. SING. But really, I am not upset about thatmost of the timeI am frustrated by wellsomething else, tooCan'treally get into it.
THIS LIFE IN WRITING: A THREE HOUR TOUR And here we are: Gilligan (tragically drowned, trying to swim his way off that island). Marianne (eventually succumbed to starvation; I guess the professor used the last coconut to fashion one of his famous radios that unbelievably worked but couldn't actually aid them in getting off the island).; Ginger, the movie star (substance abuse,folks.).
THIS LIFE IN WRITING: THIS BIRTHDAY Like Christmas when you look around and all you see is a floor littered with green and red and gold wrapping. Like your college diploma that you tuck into a drawer and only think about when you pay your loan; that you only view when you have to take it out of the drawer just to pack it in a box en route to a new drawer because you are moving to a new home. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: JUST TO LET YOU KNOW 5 comments: kathiek said. You get in all the Drew time you can, Jess, have fun! September 9, 2009 at 2:06 PM Michele said. I will miss you, but you have earned a break (and even if you haven't, you are allowed to take one :)) Maybe we can share a meal while you're home. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: BABY STELLAN One of her favorite aspects of life to write about, however, is mothering. She is a mama, just like yours and just like mine. And right now her youngest son, THIS LIFE IN WRITING: REALLY, WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN A I have always been grateful to have been raised in a big family. I mean really, how awesome to have a house full of friends? And to go on vacation with a ready-made group of interesting people who kind of look like you (even me and Jenna have similar noses; at least that's what the head of wardrobe for ACL said and hey, I'll take it, her nose is cute!)--it was always fun and lively. THIS LIFE IN WRITING See, my brother and my friend Joe worked on a little pet project called thislifeinwriting.com. Yes, dot. com. As in, I am totally running with the big dogs now. Anyway, we started off with a wordpress layout called nona that made me kind of happy but not thrilled but then Jase told me to get sketching and writing the title with my own handwriting and then he scanned everything and then we THIS LIFE IN WRITING: OLD SCARY BASEMENT old scary basement. She crept quietly out the back door of her apartment, immediately met by the strong odor of the mothballs that she thought she had already dealt with. As the rickety wooden stairs gave way to cement and brick, winding their way down to the basement, she hesitated Wanting desperately to turn back, she stood at the THIS LIFE IN WRITING: EATS And when I say whatever you cook them in, I don't mean you in the general sense of the word; I truly mean you as in not me.Because if we are talking about cooking mushrooms, chances are you will cook thembefore I do.
THIS LIFE IN WRITING: SOOOOO TIRED. I mean, even after you've gotten home after leaving your house 14 hours earlier, warmed-up for and performed two shows, spent time with friends and family alike in the great city of brotherly love, drove your sister home and dodged deer as you drove yourself home, as well as fixed the furnace which likes to keep your house at a cool 50 degrees--even after all of that, sometimes you need to THIS LIFE IN WRITING: ROAD TRIP FOR THE CHRISTIAN AND THE Today, my friend, Emily, and I drove up to San Francisco from Los Angeles. Technically, I guess the drive could only take about six hours, but we wanted to take the scenic route via the Pacific Coastal Highway, so we took a good eight hours or so to get here. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: THIS BIRTHDAY Like Christmas when you look around and all you see is a floor littered with green and red and gold wrapping. Like your college diploma that you tuck into a drawer and only think about when you pay your loan; that you only view when you have to take it out of the drawer just to pack it in a box en route to a new drawer because you are moving to a new home. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: 2008 My name is Jessica and this is a nice, quiet space that I like to cramwith words. Enjoy.
THIS LIFE IN WRITING: CHICAGO DAYS Because sometimes it's easy to forget about how great we are. Together. Sometimes it's easy to go all business. At least it is for me. You know, the budget, the bills, the don't forget to leave a check for the kind woman who cleans our house because she's coming tomorrow kind of conversations. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: THANKS FOR THE INPUT, REALLY. And that's not all. I had just bought these lovely, light grey skinny jeans and was trying them on when a friend happened to walk in. Excitedly, I asked him if THIS LIFE IN WRITING: BUT, I AM A CHRISTIAN! There are also a good amount of musicians with their guitars spread throughout the area and one guy stood out, in particular. He was rather short and hefty with kind of messy tight curls, a la Crusty theClown.
THIS LIFE IN WRITING See, my brother and my friend Joe worked on a little pet project called thislifeinwriting.com. Yes, dot. com. As in, I am totally running with the big dogs now. Anyway, we started off with a wordpress layout called nona that made me kind of happy but not thrilled but then Jase told me to get sketching and writing the title with my own handwriting and then he scanned everything and then we THIS LIFE IN WRITING: OLD SCARY BASEMENT old scary basement. She crept quietly out the back door of her apartment, immediately met by the strong odor of the mothballs that she thought she had already dealt with. As the rickety wooden stairs gave way to cement and brick, winding their way down to the basement, she hesitated Wanting desperately to turn back, she stood at the THIS LIFE IN WRITING: EATS And when I say whatever you cook them in, I don't mean you in the general sense of the word; I truly mean you as in not me.Because if we are talking about cooking mushrooms, chances are you will cook thembefore I do.
THIS LIFE IN WRITING: SOOOOO TIRED. I mean, even after you've gotten home after leaving your house 14 hours earlier, warmed-up for and performed two shows, spent time with friends and family alike in the great city of brotherly love, drove your sister home and dodged deer as you drove yourself home, as well as fixed the furnace which likes to keep your house at a cool 50 degrees--even after all of that, sometimes you need to THIS LIFE IN WRITING: ROAD TRIP FOR THE CHRISTIAN AND THE Today, my friend, Emily, and I drove up to San Francisco from Los Angeles. Technically, I guess the drive could only take about six hours, but we wanted to take the scenic route via the Pacific Coastal Highway, so we took a good eight hours or so to get here. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: THIS BIRTHDAY Like Christmas when you look around and all you see is a floor littered with green and red and gold wrapping. Like your college diploma that you tuck into a drawer and only think about when you pay your loan; that you only view when you have to take it out of the drawer just to pack it in a box en route to a new drawer because you are moving to a new home. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: 2008 My name is Jessica and this is a nice, quiet space that I like to cramwith words. Enjoy.
THIS LIFE IN WRITING: CHICAGO DAYS Because sometimes it's easy to forget about how great we are. Together. Sometimes it's easy to go all business. At least it is for me. You know, the budget, the bills, the don't forget to leave a check for the kind woman who cleans our house because she's coming tomorrow kind of conversations. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: THANKS FOR THE INPUT, REALLY. And that's not all. I had just bought these lovely, light grey skinny jeans and was trying them on when a friend happened to walk in. Excitedly, I asked him if THIS LIFE IN WRITING: BUT, I AM A CHRISTIAN! There are also a good amount of musicians with their guitars spread throughout the area and one guy stood out, in particular. He was rather short and hefty with kind of messy tight curls, a la Crusty theClown.
THIS LIFE IN WRITING: THIS LIFE Last time I was on tour, there was a space of about 10 minutes in which I missed three different calls from various family members--one from Josh, one from Jase, and one from mom. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: DAYLIGHT Heck, it was even sort of nice waking up at 5:30 am, since I was waking in my own bed to a still gray morning in which the sun was slowly rising, casting dawn upon us all like a spell. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: RAINY THURSDAY There is almost nothing like the feeling of writing music. When a song goes from a single chord or a small thought and shapes into a life of its own with a body and a point and a bridge, I can feel like I am lucky enough to be included. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: ON WHY A SMALL COMPONENT OF MY Because no, Drew Copeland, I was not awake yet; my eyes were firmly and contentedly shut--at least they were until I was forced to open them and gaze upon the googly eyes you just sent my way. Oh, and if Journey blares from your alarm clock one more time, well then, let's just say that anyway you want it will not be happening for you anytime soon.
THIS LIFE IN WRITING: TONIGHT. WHATEVER. For reasons I don't care to get into too specifically, things just felt bad tonight. My foot hurts. I feel like I get tons of notes for a song that I. DON'T. EVEN. SING. But really, I am not upset about thatmost of the timeI am frustrated by wellsomething else, tooCan'treally get into it.
THIS LIFE IN WRITING: A THREE HOUR TOUR And here we are: Gilligan (tragically drowned, trying to swim his way off that island). Marianne (eventually succumbed to starvation; I guess the professor used the last coconut to fashion one of his famous radios that unbelievably worked but couldn't actually aid them in getting off the island).; Ginger, the movie star (substance abuse,folks.).
THIS LIFE IN WRITING: THIS BIRTHDAY Like Christmas when you look around and all you see is a floor littered with green and red and gold wrapping. Like your college diploma that you tuck into a drawer and only think about when you pay your loan; that you only view when you have to take it out of the drawer just to pack it in a box en route to a new drawer because you are moving to a new home. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: JUST TO LET YOU KNOW 5 comments: kathiek said. You get in all the Drew time you can, Jess, have fun! September 9, 2009 at 2:06 PM Michele said. I will miss you, but you have earned a break (and even if you haven't, you are allowed to take one :)) Maybe we can share a meal while you're home. THIS LIFE IN WRITING: BABY STELLAN One of her favorite aspects of life to write about, however, is mothering. She is a mama, just like yours and just like mine. And right now her youngest son, THIS LIFE IN WRITING: REALLY, WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN A I have always been grateful to have been raised in a big family. I mean really, how awesome to have a house full of friends? And to go on vacation with a ready-made group of interesting people who kind of look like you (even me and Jenna have similar noses; at least that's what the head of wardrobe for ACL said and hey, I'll take it, her nose is cute!)--it was always fun and lively. � PYZAM.COM BLOGGER TEMPLATES AND TWITTER BACKGROUNDS�
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SUNDAY, DECEMBER 6, 2009MOVING NOTICE
Thanks for stopping by, but I've moved to thislifeinwriting.com.
You can make the move with me if you'd like! Posted by Jessica at 11:18 AM19
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theater last post here SATURDAY, DECEMBER 5, 2009 LET ME BE THE FIRST TO TELL YOU Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness I am really excited about something, if you can't tell. _And how's that for a change of pace around these parts, huh?__
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Don't you worry though, I will be back to singing the blues in no time, but first I have to interrupt and tell you something that makesme so happy.
See, my brother and my friend Joe worked on a little pet project called thislifeinwriting.com. Yes, dot. com. As in, I am totally running with the big dogs now. Anyway, we started off with a wordpress layout called nona that made me kind of happy but not thrilled but then Jase told me to get sketching and writing the title with my own handwriting and then he scanned everything and then we changed things to blue and red and rearranged the sketches on top and went ooh! and ahh! respectively until bam! I was thrilled. And I am _still_ thrilled. I mean, there are a few more tweaks to do yet, but don't let that stop you from checking it out.So go, go, go!
Go to thislifeinwriting.com and if you want to tell me that you like the balloon and that you enjoy the red flowers and boy oh boy isn't ollie a cutie then comment _there_, my friends. But if you don't have anything nice to say about it or anything else for that matter, then please refrain from commenting because have you read my blog lately? Life sucks enough without mean comments, you know what I mean? But why are you still here...GO! Posted by Jessica at 2:56 AM6 comments
theater thislifeinwriting.com THURSDAY, DECEMBER 3, 2009 I'VE NEVER FOUGHT A WAR, BUT... I think I might have post traumatic stress syndrome. I mean, there are parts of me that have been around forever. Things that I am used to, that I even like now. Like the beauty mark in the middle of my forehead that causes random strangers to accuse me of playing with hindu tattoos. Or at least one random stranger, anyway. In a coffee shop. True story. But I am used to the fact that my eyes are brown, but green too when the sun shines in them just so. Or even that I hear myself referred to as skinny more often than anything else; that I can continue to use my own preference of _slender_ as much as I can, slipping it into casual conversation in a clumsy attempt at subliminal messaging, but that won’t make my friend David stop saying that I am the skinniest person he’s ever met. And it won’t change the fact that I get no compassion when I complain about this to others either. Rather, they tell me that they’d love to be called skinny just once. And again, I am skinny. Not slender, but skinny, subliminal messaging and all. But now I have a syndrome and I hate it. Now when my phone rings or I get a text telling me to please call, I have a visceral reaction. My heart starts beating faster and faster, racing to I don’t know where, but it’s getting there way too soon. My breathing becomes shallow and I taste panic. It is not savory, it is not sweet; it is fear and it is pervasive. It starts in my mouth and eventually makes it down to my stomach so that there is no longer any room for food. And I become full and nauseous at once as all I know to do is wait for myself to waste away because nobody can live on fear for too long. Which is a little bit nice in the moment since it means that there is an end. And an end to a very bad thing is actually a very good thing. This morning, for instance, my brother called me before 9 am. And to a performer, that is early. Nobody calls me then, not even my mom. But he called and I was scared and if I am going to be honest, too scared to answer. So I didn’t. Whatever it was, I wanted to be blissfully ignorant for just a little bit longer. But then he texted and told me to call him. Shoot. No more sweet naivety. Instead, the panic. Instead, the heart beating hard enough to sustain a few hundred, rather than just one _skinny_ (if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em,right?) female.
And there it was, not even 9 in the morning and I was being reminded of my new syndrome. Nice. Perhaps, along with the simple task of answering a phone call from my brother, the sounds of my spoon against my cereal bowl will be just too much for me today also. *oh, and on a completely different note, I was inspired by my _BROTHER_ who just added snow to his blog. So not to be outdone, I went out and got some for myself. Because of it being December and all. And because of my competitive nature and all. Hope the snowflakes don't annoy you guys too much...Unfortunately, mine look more like dandruff while my brother's look more like the beautiful romanticized snowflakes we all see on the victorian christmas cards we never do quite get around to mailing, but oh well. Merry Christmas anyway. Posted by Jessica at 7:44 PM17 comments
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WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 2, 2009 IN WHICH I TALK ABOUT PILES AND HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND _Close being the key word here. __
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Cause really, I am not doing fine. Friends, kind people who care, keep asking me if I am okay and the truth of the matter is that I am notokay.
But will I be?
Yes.
And something that makes me feel a little better along the way issolving problems.
Huh? you might wonder. See, I get this feeling that there is this reserve of Stuff I Need to Make. And it's this pile that is sitting somewhere already, outside of the realm of time and small details like that; it's whole and it's beautiful and somehow my journey gives me the tools to take it from that pile into a tangible pile. A song that I can play. I picture that I can see. Text that I can read. A conversation that I can articulate. And all the materials are in existence already. All the words are here, it's just a matter of finding the right combination of syntax. All the notes have been around and accessible since the birds first started singing about how morning makes them feel way back when, it's just a matter of arranging them into just the right story thatreflects me.
So I get to work.
I arrange and I rearrange and I chisel away until there is something that I think I have successfully grabbed from the Stuff I Need to Make pile and placed it securely into the Stuff I Have Made pile. And maybe when the former pile is gone and the latter pile is edited and recorded, it will be time to go home. Or maybe home will just be a bigger pile of Stuff I Need to Make and I will realize that the journey is never realized with an ending or a drop off or a period; that the straight line I thought I was walking was circular all the while and the way God has put eternity into our hearts means that there isn't a The End, but there is a great big Happily Ever After and after and after and after and we'll keep making our stories last in the things we tell each other and the tears we cry and the songs we sing when we'd forgotten we could cause all the while we are looking for somebody to tell us that it meant something, that it still means something, and that it's a good something.Because it is.
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TUESDAY, DECEMBER 1, 2009 PRESENTLY BLONDE AND SKETCHINGSo I did it.
Or rather, Kasey the fabulous hair stylist did it. Transformed my hair from brunette to reddish-orange to blonde.And
all the while I was sitting next to a kind lady who was also getting her hair done. She looked a little familiar maybe, but I didn't give it a second thought and was happy to listen to the lilt in her British accent as she marveled over the way my hair had gone from as dark as hers to well, _this._ __I even told her that her accent was _so very pretty_, still not knowing that I was sitting next to someone I'd heard before.On the T.V.
A while ago.
Finally she tipped her stylist, who quickly said _thank you, Tracy_ and then I knew. Tracy Allman, of the Tracy Allman show. The funny lady who launched the Simpsons. Oh, right. Lately I have been spending a lot of time making things.Songs, mostly.
But I also started drawing a little last night. I was staring at THIS PHOTOand
started sketching and came up with this.Me
and Ollie in pencil and ink. Posted by Jessica at 6:46 PM12 comments
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, pictures
, sketch
,
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tracy allman
MONDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 2009 APPARENTLY SANTA'S ELVES MAKE WHEEL CHAIRS TOO It's always strange when somebody steps out of character for a moment. As a kid, when I overheard my mom say she was _really P.O.'d _about something, it was like I'd heard an angel take God's name in vain, itwas so shocking.
_Because see, I knew what the 'P' in 'P.O.'d' stood for. _ And just today, Santa Claus said something kind of strange. Yeah, that's right, Santa Claus. Red furry suit. Long white beard. Jolly expression. Only it's odd when all of the sudden he drops that famously jolly expression in order to ask your sister, who is recently wheel-chair bound due to knee surgery from which she is recuperating, if her condition is permanent. And yes, all of the Christmas music came to a screeching halt because that's a weird question anyway. Even if you _aren't_ Santa. I mean, what if it _was_ a permanent condition? What if she was our own version of Tiny Tim, doomed to forever hobble around on a leg that barely works? Or rather, be pushed by people like me who erroneously presume that when a bump is in the horizon, the best course of action is to push the wheelchair harder, making her almost fall out and brace her body against doing just that with nothing other than her bad leg?! And is it a good idea to bring it up in the middle of the mall? So what then? My sister bursts out in tears because she was once again reminded of her poor and unfortunate state _by freaking Santa Claus,of all people?!_
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Luckily, though, her condition is not permanent. And she let Santa know. And then he continued in a most un-jolly voice, red hat pulled low over his brow, _Well, you really should have a lighter chair than thatfor travel. _
Ummmmm, okay.
Thanks?
I mean, I knew Santa was a lot of things. Able to be in all places at once on Christmas Eve. Able to shimmy down chimneys and other such impossible looking entrances. Able to manage a whole team of mythical creatures, one with a particularly bulbous and shiny red nose. But a wheel chair aficionado? Honestly, I kind of like him better when he sticks to asking me what Iwant for Christmas.
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, santa
clause
,
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SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 2009GOODNESS
Soft little hand in mine.With
grey hoods streaming behind us and shadows marching alongside us, we're gonna be okay. Yep, we're gonna be just fine. Posted by Jessica at 10:28 PM3
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