My mother called me James when she was angry at me, my sisters call me Jimmy and my wife and friends call me Jim. I answer to all three. That's my whole story!
Any time my parents were pissed at me it was first name, middle name time. I'm also a Wooden Spoon Survivor.
Same here, but it was a lexan spoon. The wooden one broke. I pushed my luck when my dad was overseas... he wore a large leather belt with a large silver and turquoise buckle...
The old wooden spoon treatment! My grandmother would pull that out of the kitchen drawer when we would act up. Of course, I was the good one. It was my cousins that were the troublemakers!
I like Good & Plenty. Robert Barone on Everybody Loves Raymond categorized them thus: the pink ones are the Goods because they are good, the white ones are Plenties because there are more of them, and the third are the Cuties. They are the irregulars.
Hey @Spyder , do you and your brothers work at Urban Dictionary? Hmm... http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Jimmie
