Love, Jimmie

About

Hi.  I’m Jimmie.  You’d think I’d give you my real name here seeing as how my picture is plastered all over this here blog.  But not yet.  Besides, at this point everyone who reads this knows me.  Well, almost everyone.  Madre has sent this link out to everyone she knows and while I am social, I don’t know all those people yet.  Hello, strangers.  I think of you as friends I have not yet met. 

I started this here blog because I like to write. I realized this one year around Christmastime when I received possibly the worst newsletter in all of Christmas newsletter history.  It had labels like: Travel, and Illness and Children and then detailed the minutiae of the family’s life in exquisite detail.  Snooze.  I think that topics are a great idea and I want to hear about your kids and your travel, but I don’t particularly want to read the recap of your entire health history for 2009.  I prefer the interesting highlights and short recaps of the year. Throw in an embarrassing story or two and it’s even better.  In a fit of arrogance a couple of years ago, I wrote my first Christmas letter in which I drew ridiculous pictures and sent out to all my friends and family. I was hooked.  I have no idea how people really felt about my letter but then again, they can throw it in the trash if they like.  I’ve been known to do that myself.  I write this stuff for me, because I like it. 

So.  I live in Nashville.  I’m most recently a transplant from Northern Alabama and with a few exceptions, I’m not a fan of Alabama. I was born in Kentucky and that is where my heart resides.  Unfortunately most of my friends and family reside in Tennessee and until we move up to Lexington en masse, Nashville is where I’ll stay.  I like Nashville a bunch and I’ve experienced a lot of it.  I’m happy here. 

I like putting my own spin on life.  I find life amusing mostly.  Sometimes I find it sad.  I’ll write about both.  Mostly what I want to do is make a concerted effort to find good things to work towards and embrace.  I’d like to do that with humor.  This is kind of my way of forcing myself to actively think about those things instead of just letting life happen to me. I’m a Christian so you’ll see that slant a bit but I’m not religious.  I feel like there are huge differences there, and very often a disconnect. 

I think the word “moist” is the grossest word in the English language. It squicked me out a little just typing it.  I cannot say “rural” or “brewery”.  My mouth does not go that way for some reason. “Epiphany” is my favorite word.  I just like the way it sounds.

I used to be hot for Val Kilmer but now that his eyebrows are wooly, I find him distasteful.  Come on, man. They make clippers for that.  I think men in uniform are HAWT unless the uniforms are of the “garbage man” or “prison” varieties. 

I got my heart broken once by a homeless man who was wearing a clip-on tie with his t-shirt.  I think it was the tie that did it.  Every now and again I see him hanging out downtown and I’ll buy him something to eat when I can.

If you have free tickets to almost anywhere in the world, I will go with you.  Nashville is great, but there is a whole world out there to see.  I want to see it!  After all, I have a lot of friends I’ve not met yet. 

You can contact me at extraordinaryordinarygirl@gmail.com.  I’ll read your emails unless they contain adult content.  If they do contain adult content, I will forward them to Madre and after reading them, circulating them to all of her friends and ridiculing you mercilessly behind your back, she will give you a tongue lashing like you have never received before.  It won’t be pleasant.  You have been warned. 

Okay, friends.  Here we go!