First page of the Jimmy archive.

in which I make you look at an adorable puppy and then you thank me.

Posted by jessica on Apr 19, 2010 with 25 Comments
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There are some things that are so cute, I bite my teeth. And this seems to be involuntary; I cannot help it.

When something is too cute for words, I set my jaw so that my chin sticks forward a little–successfully maneuvering an underbite–and then I bite down. I’m not sure why. But there are so many mysteries on this earth already, that I don’t think it’s gonna upset any kind of balance by just adding this one more to the pile.

Now, this happens almost exclusively with my nieces and nephews and adorable animals. And I am especially prone to biting my teeth around puppies. I’ve always loved animals–in fact, I used to want to grow up to be a vet. But then my parents forced me into ballet and apparently my feet point pretty well, so that was that. I wonder what would have happened if they had forced me into the FFA instead.

But I have a weakness for puppies. Dogs, too. Actually, people sometimes make fun of me because I tend to wave to dogs–or even say hello to them–when out and about, while unintentionally ignoring their human companions. I suppose that’s considered rude. But then, I suppose one should ask who we’re considering here–cause I bet the dogs don’t think it’s rude. Just saying.

But anyway.

When Shane and I were tuning on Mole street the other day, a very adorable thing happened. He opened his guitar case, grabbed his guitar, and in jumped one of the furriest and cutest little dogs I’d ever seen. We all started laughing and it was just one more thing that made Mole Street magical, I suppose.

And another good part of this story is that our friend Jimmy captured the moment with his camera. So you can see just how cute it really was. And you can see that even the puppy was pretty happy about being in that guitar case. And in fact, it looks like he’s about to shake Shane’s hand.


And if you want to bite your own teeth cause of that puppy’s cute factor, then I say go ahead.

And I just really like this one.

The brick, the cement, the pastel blue chalk, the text. It makes me smile. And no, I didn’t write it.

*photographs by Jimmy Simpson

sledventures.

Posted by jessica on Feb 10, 2010 with 40 Comments
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I’m still cold.

I’m still a little wet (from. the. snow.).

My elbow is a little sore.

But whoa, that was fun. I mean, fun. Genuine, pure fun. The kind that involves climbing trees, trying to outfall the snow as it falls all around you and you fall into piles of it already on the ground, laughing at each other but in the best way possible, and even exploring an old house. In the dark. It was all Blair Witch in there, trust me. But don’t worry, I didn’t go into the corner. Because nobody puts baby in the corner.

Any other pop references you’d like me to use?

But I haven’t yet mentioned the main point of our excursion. And I have to build it up a little cause the name for it is that good. My friend Shane made it up, and so you know, credit where credit is due. Ready?

Tonight we went on a sledventure.

Uh-huh.

And yeah, it was exciting.

And yeah, it involved the best subaru ever.

Sometimes we sat inside of it.

And sometimes we sat outside of it.

On a sled.

That was connected to the car.

And I have to say that I really enjoyed holding onto the reins.

Well, they told me it was actually called a toehold, but come on. My toe was not involved. And I might as well have said giddyup, those things I held onto for dear life were so much like reins.

I learned that I am not exactly a natural when it comes to sledventuring. I am, however, very good at falling off of the sled. I also learned that elbow pads are not a bad idea.

Shane, Jimmy, Zach, and Jenna at least broke the double digit mark in terms of the speed at which they sledventured. Some of them even hit 20 mph. I know, it’s impressive.

I topped off at 4.

4 miles per hour.


I don’t think I will be going to the Olympics for sledventuring any time soon.

And at one point we got stuck.


We had no shovels.

But we did have sleds.

And the guys got to it.

They might have even shoveled with a sign that they pulled out of the ground; I can’t quite remember, it all happened so fast.

But then a truck came by and asked if we needed a good tug out of the snow. Well, the truck didn’t actually ask that. That would have been cool, though. Or maybe scary. Or, most likely, a transformer. But the driver of the truck asked if we needed help and the guys told them in mock innocence, We just happen to have a toehold attached to the back of the car already…

So lucky.

The guys did a lot and even Jenna did a little by pushing but when I tried to help, I was only in the way. So I stood and shivered and watched and marveled at the way that life takes me by surprise again and again.

And tonight, it was totally in a good way.

uh, that’s not the kind of baptism I meant, but okay. It’ll do.

Posted by jessica on Feb 9, 2010 with 15 Comments
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Basically life gets funnier when I open my mouth. Well, that, and more embarrassing. Like tonight, when I was innocently referring to how my friend came over and showed up with a small bag of cookies, but ended up saying this: And then Jimmy showed up with his small package… But then I couldn’t even [...]