28 September 2008

Scary

While randomly surfing, I happened across this picture:

When I was in eighth grade, I moved with my sister's family from a small town in northwestern Iowa to a small town on the other side of the border in southwestern Minnesota. It was only 16 miles away, so I kept in touch with many of my old friends, but I had the opportunity to meet lots of new people, too. Among them was a young lady named Kim. She had bleach-blonde hair, but otherwise struck an amazing resemblance to the picture, from clothes to attitude to Bad Reputation. Completely without imagination, her friends all called her Jett. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. We hung out for a relatively short time before she got sent to juvy, reformed, became a hairdresser, married, had kids and lived happily ever after. We were together long enough, however, for someone to notice a "Gette" in my name as well, which they began calling me. It stuck. For 25 years so far. That, as they say, is where the story began.

5 comments:

Scarlet said...

I think of the first time I wore make up and you think of how you got your nicknames. It's funny what an old photo of Joan Jett can do to us. ;)

Great post!

Ed (zoesdad) said...

I always like Joan.

Flip Flop Momma said...

man i love Joan..I sing her songs at karaoke..

I wanted to be a bad ass like her when I was a kid..

I think I have been succussful;

Cliff said...

Happy Birthday gette. And many more.
I'm glad the nick name stuck because that's what everyone ended up calling you anyway.
Kinda handy,,,eh?

Jeff said...

You mean nobody sang "Hey there Georgie Girl" to you? I'm sure you had to love that song.