Growing up with Jamie, or Jaime, or Ja, or Ja-Face, or Himay, or Jizzum, or James.

Jamie! I didn’t really meet Jamie until 7th or 8th grade (I don’t know when…I have a terrible memory for dates) when her and her family moved in across the street from me. It was the coolest, I mean, your best friend, across the street, what?! We could just walk out the door and shout to say hello. Jamie and I share a lot of firsts together, here are a few:

• The first time I got drunk (sorry mom and dad, it happened and I think I was 16…again, not sure on the age). We were at her parents “cabin” in Kingston…I remember spilling Coors Light on the floor and then licking it up, gross.
• The first time we froze someones underwear. We had a sleepover in Jamie’s basement…Megan, I am sorry. In hindsight, that was really mean!
• Driving a stick. Jamie taught me all I know! The Friction-Point, I think about it every day. And if you think about letting someone who can’t drive a stick, drive you home from school…wow Jamie, you kick-ass, or you have huge balls, I am still deciding.
• Power-Smiles (see image example) — we ruined a lot of photos with those :)))))))
• Looking good in swim caps. That’s right, we made it happen, we worked those caps and sexy-speedos. Who knew being on the swim team could be cool?
• Challenges. Jamie LOVES challenges. I can’t even remember the bet now, but I lost and had to eat sardines and cooked egg yolks, two things I despise! I think mustard may have been involved too…good work Ja.
• This isn’t a first for Jamie and I as a team, but it did make me pee my pants. Jamie’s car, The Waffe Mobile (don’t ask), was CONSTANTLY loosing it’s muffler. You would think it was because it was old, but really it’s because Jamie drove that Civic like it was an off-road vehicle (not really, just being dramatic for effect). One day Jamie was driving home and there was a branch in the road. She tells the story that the branch was a “twig” and she figured it would be okay to drive over…well the branch was a branch and she drove all the way home with it stuck under the good ol’ Muff. In Jamie’s defense there were twigs involved, they were just he smaller branches coming off of the giant branch she ran over.

There are a lot more of these stories, but I don’t want to hi-jack this bog. I love you Jamie, looking forward to doing more fun and stupid things with you!www.PoorDescisions.com, let’s make it happen.

Written by: Danielle Bellert