Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Jimmy's Announcement

If you've been wondering where Jimmy has been for the past few days, you'll be happy to know...

A week ago, Jimmy received this letter:

 He came to us and asked us how we felt about him taking a few days off, and we GLADLY told him to go. Before he left, I had to know, what happened in 1998? He hung his head and showed us this newspaper article:

After he shared his 1998 troubles with us, we wished him well in the Reindeer Games, and sent him on his way. It was the quietest three days we've had in a while! 

A few days later, he sent us news that he'd be returning soon, and that he'd metaled in the following events:


Then, I found this at Publix:

I worry that with this success, bad behavior may begin to creep in. I guess we'll see in a few days.


Friday, December 7, 2012

The "New" Jimmy?

Have you ever been in such a deep sleep that when you start to open your eyes, you have to figure out where you are and what day it is? That's what kind of morning I had. I opened one eye, peeked around the room, and it suddenly hit me...the aroma of a hot breakfast...JIMMY!!!! 

My first thought wasn't, "oh how sweet," with Jimmy, my first thought could only be, "is our house still standing?" I hurried to get my robe on, opened the bedroom door, and found this:

I couldn't wait to wake MC up so she could see that Jimmy had returned, but in the back of my mind, I wondered how Matthew would respond to the "new Jimmy!" 

Here are a few priceless shots of MC when she woke up to find him:


We all made it through breakfast in one piece. I wonder how long Jimmy will keep this up? TO BE CONTINUED...

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Heeeeeee's Back!

It's 3:04 am, Monday morning and my phone rings. I jumped up trying to 
figure out if I was dreaming or not. When I answered I heard, "You have a
collect call from, {Jimmy}, will you accept..." I started to hang up, 
then decided to go ahead and take it...out of curiosity alone. I guess I
expected to hear tears, shame, or some type of remorse on the other end
of the line, but instead, I heard tales of a country music wannabe that
were anything but remorseful. 
Once I finally got Jimmy to focus on the problem at hand, he begged us to 
come get him from the Nashville jail where he was being held on charges of 
disorderly conduct & assault and battery. Before I could get any more information 
out of him, I hearda gruff voice in the background yell, "times up elf!" Matthew 
and I decided to leave him locked up for the night to let him think about his 
actions. Against our better judgement, we headed up I-40 to bail him 
 When we arrived at the jail, we learned quickly that Jimmy had made
a name for himself there...not a bit surprising! We paid his bail, 
which the bailiff had to literally had to pry out of Matthew's hand. 
Jimmy received his belongings and we loaded him in the car to begin the 
very long, silent, drive home. Several times he tried to apologize, but 
he was quickly interrupted by Matthew saying, "too soon Jimmy, too 

When we were almost to Hendersonville, I heard Jimmy sniffling, 
then turned around to see tears rolling down his tiny, plastic face. He 
filled us in on the life he's been leading for the past year. (You know 
the last we heard, he was headed to his honeymoon spot...without the 
bride.) He started out by telling us that he had hit rock bottom with 
heartbreak. At his lowest point, he made a call, one that changed his 
life, he called Dr. Frank Page, his mentor, counselor, and friend. 

He flew to Franklin, TN to meet with Dr. Page and was greeted with kindness
and great hospitality from Dayle, who of course invited him to stay 
until he got back on his feet. As Jimmy told us his story, tears 
continued to flow. He said that he realized he lost focus of his dream, a
dream that he had kept secret his whole life...country music. 

He went on to say, "country music was a dream and it was a time when I 
desperately needed a dream, so I guess you could say that music saved my
life!" At that moment, I didn't find it necessary to point out that I 
knew he ripped that speech off from Adam Braverman, so I kept quiet and 
listened. I was so caught up in his story that I almost forgot that he 
was neglecting to mention why he was locked up. I quickly reminded him 
to get to the point. He held his head with shame when he recounted his 
actions for us of Sunday night. He said, "I was playing a gig at Ryman 
(by "at Ryman," he means on the steps outside) out in the audience (by 
"audience," he means the people walking by the steps) sat a heckler. 
“Will play (or get you on the “NICE” list) for food, $!”
 I tried everything, deep breaths, counting, meditation, but after 10 
minutes of harassment, I had enough. I took my guitar and I shov..." I 
immediately interrupted, "that's enough, I've heard enough." I explained
that he needed to get it together for MC's sake. He could focus on his 
career again once  December 25th came and went. He promised that he was 
turning over a new leaf and we'd see that he had changed once we'd all 
had a good night's rest. After all of that, Matthew still hadn't said a word.