I'm going to spend this week's James Factor posting to explain this strange phenomenon. It's a lot like Murphy's Law.
As my father-in-law put it, "You set up twelve and take a shot, you'll hit Greg every time." (Greg is my husband.)
Now this strange thing occurs to all those in our family bearing the name of James (last name) and those carrying the bloodline. Meaning my nieces and nephew are not exempt simply because they carry their father's last name. :D
And those of us that married those James men, we are not exempt either, are we Jamie and Katie? We usually get what amounts to a crash course right after the I do's are said. And thankfully we all have senses of humor so these tales of woe can actually be quite amusing.
Now it's not so much as anything that can go wrong will because that's a no-brainer in the James Factor. And every time one of us attempts something simple we will remember that in the backs of our minds....and think that just this one time it won't happen. But it always does and HOW! (It seems to be a stronger inclination in "The Gregs" as we non-Gregs call them.) They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Well, all the James roads are paved with those and some wonderful family members actually understand this and "get" us. Love you guys...you know who you are.
It is my intention to try to embarrass....no, that's not what I mean, to entertain you all with our foibles because by Friday everyone wants a reason to laugh so they can kick their weekend off on a happy note.
And to all the James Gang, you can email me your experiences for me to post here. (And just so you know, NEVER use that term in a bank. They get real nervous if you do. :D I wouldn't advise it in the police station either. You get really weird looks.)
First Encounter of the many before I was a James.
I should have known way before I married into this lovable family that there was this thing I named The James Factor.
When I met my husband I had just had a terrible dating experience and wanted nothing to do with dating at that time. Greg was content to be my friend. He'd come over and we'd watch TV, listen to music, record tapes, he could play my guitars which I couldn't do. :D Things that friends do.
He came over one day to borrow my cassette to cassette recorder which was upstairs in my room. My dad had no problem with a guy being in my room as long as I left the door open and he could wander in from time to time to see what was going on. So we recorder this tape and I believe it was for me. So we head down the stairs at my house (the house we now live in). Here I have to interject that I am about 5'3". Greg is about six foot. I sail down the stairs with my usual jaunt and Greg follows with his usual energy. Suddenly I hear a loud smacking sound and turn to find Greg on his back on the stairs! Holding his forehead!
Just past the landing there is a weird lowering of the ceiling level. With me being short enough to never encounter it (and not bothering to look up there...how boring) I didn't think of it being low enough to take him out. Now he bobs his head without even thinking about it to avoid the painful experience.
It has taken out both of our kids when they passed the height it requires to hit them just right. They now bob their heads too. I still, happily, have no problem cause I'm sure I'm the one that makes the most trips up and down those stairs. :D
Have a wonderful weekend! God bless you all.