As a senior in high school I became involved in the powder puff team during homecoming week. Powder puff is a game where the girls play football and the boys do the cheering/dancing. I attended bi-weekly practices (someone had to teach me how to play football...I have since forgotten nearly all of the rules, but I am still way tough.)
**my toughness brings a tangent story to this memory. I played soccer for about 10 years while growing up. I loved soccer. I had so much fun. There was only one part of soccer that I hated. My lovely father would take me to my games. He would pull into the parking spot. Turn the key in the ignition, the car would become silent, and he would say, "Three words Jaime." I was not allowed to leave the car until I uttered the words, "Kill. Kill. Kill."**
Anyway...back to my football days. One evening I had to work right up to the time of practice. For some reason my car was out of commission and my mother picked me up from work and took me to the practice. As we drove I changed from my work clothes into my football playing clothes. I couldn't waste a minute of my practice because I knew NOTHING about the sport. I quickly got changed and ran out to the field for some hardcore extreme powder puff toughness.
After practice I had some friends meet me at my home. These were fairly new friends, boy friends. Being 17 years old, new guy friends, my dad, and one question became my most embarrassing moment (but now one of my all time favorite Papa J lines.) He asked my new friends, "All I want to know is how my daughter got so good at getting her clothes on and off in a car?" Thank you pops... -Jaime
Friday, November 6, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
It has begun...
It really began in 1943 when my father was born. James Ray Wilson is a unique individual unmatched by any other. People who meet him love him and are confused by him all at the same time. He is himself and he is not going to apologize for it. He is the same no matter who is around. Whether it be his children, people from church, or strangers...he is the same man (the language cleans up in some circumstances for the sake of others involved.)
As his beautiful adult children we have had numerous conversations about the stories my dad tells, the one liners he drops, the conclusions he makes, the gems he blesses us with. If one of us cannot attend a family event, the others call to enlighten the absent member with the pearls of wisdom our father has bestowed upon them.
We are all grows up now and have come to the conclusion that we need to document his insight. He has not kept a journal, so as his children, we will keep record of the most entertaining moments of our life involving our Papa J. We hope that the chronicles of Jimmy Rae will be enjoyed by our future generations.
We have chosen not to tell Papa J about the blog at this time. We want the documentation to be genuine and not for the sake of his perfomance. While these writings are mostly for our family's own enteratinment, we welcome any who happen upon us. Thank you.
As his beautiful adult children we have had numerous conversations about the stories my dad tells, the one liners he drops, the conclusions he makes, the gems he blesses us with. If one of us cannot attend a family event, the others call to enlighten the absent member with the pearls of wisdom our father has bestowed upon them.
We are all grows up now and have come to the conclusion that we need to document his insight. He has not kept a journal, so as his children, we will keep record of the most entertaining moments of our life involving our Papa J. We hope that the chronicles of Jimmy Rae will be enjoyed by our future generations.
We have chosen not to tell Papa J about the blog at this time. We want the documentation to be genuine and not for the sake of his perfomance. While these writings are mostly for our family's own enteratinment, we welcome any who happen upon us. Thank you.
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