'j'

J is for...

... and Jack, a popular name around here. My husband and my son are both 'Jacks', but the younger one is not a Junior, just another Jack. He has a different middle name.

... Jessie. That's me. I've always had a little trouble with my name. Jessica sounded too formal for me; Jess sounds to sporty, and Jessie's a little young-ish. I invented some curious ways of spelling my name in my younger days (Jessi, Jessye), but have now settled into a nice, comfortable Jessie.
In college, upon meeting a stranger at a bar, I was usually greeted with song: "I wish that I had Jesse's girl"... Very cute, but in that song, Jesse was a boy or a lesbian, and I am neither. Not that there's anything wrong with boys or lesbians...
My friend Melissa always greets me with a "JESSIE!" from a song that we know only the words "and Jessie..." and then have to hum the rest. At least she's got a cool song by the Allman Brothers in her name.

... J is also for Joelle Jolivet, whose books I have just discovered for my son Jack. They're pretty awesome, if you ask me:




... J is for Jellybeans. I think I'm one of the few people in the world that actually likes black jellybeans. In fact, they're the only jellybeans I like. I buy the all-black bags of jellybeans. I also love black licorice. And Sambuca, which tastes like black licorice.

... J is for Jumprope. Olivia's working on double-dutch. It was never my game, but I sure do like the rhymes that go along with it: "Cinderella, dressed in yella, went downstairs to kiss a fella...."

xoxo