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Holiday thoughts, Performance Gratitude, Defining Soliathero, and I Got an Arse!
































This weekend I had the opportunity to perform with The Arkansas Symphony Orchestra in the Yuletide Spectacular. During the second performance on Saturday, I took note of the amazing opportunities I have been given as a performer this year. It has been a year of firsts and I have actually done well making money merely by performing. What a blessing.

I must admit that I am not really into the Holidays this year due to my Father being gone, my Mother's recent visit to the hospital, my Grandfather being in the Hospital, etc. but it is always a thrill to sing Christmas music. No matter your beliefs there is some moving and beautiful literature out there to perform. My Mother and I will make the most of this Holiday, but we have decided that 2008 is our year... The year I enter my third decade of living.

Which brings me to my best friend in the world, Jeremy Keith Jones Ricketson: Happy Birthday on December 25th. You are a giving, compassionate, witty, deep original. So original that I made up a word for him:

SOLIATHERO

(A combination of the words soul, mate, friend, and brother.) Jer is all that and more for me. I have included some pictures of he and I at his 30th birthday soiree that was held on the 14th of December. It was his first official friend birthday party ever and it was a success and oodles of fun!

I was informed last night I do indeed have a caboose that can be seen. Finally, it has happened. I have an attractive caboose. This is important in my little world.

Do take care, floss, enjoy the Holidays, and I will see you soon poppets!

Ash'e

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