The Namesake

So I'm sure you're wondering why on earth I would think that G stands for Jamie, when it is very obvious that I spell my name with a J. Well there is a little story behind that! 
First thing you should know about me: I'm a bit of a ditz. 
Second thing you should know: Sometimes my mouth says things before getting it approved by my brain. 
I work at a craft store and it's wonderful. I love crafts and glitter and paints and ribbon and paper. I just love it. So one day at work I found this itty bitty canvas. It's probably 2 in x 2 in and it's adorable. I got so excited and showed it to my co-worker because a treasure such as that needs to be shared. She loved it just as much as I did! And who doesn't love tiny canvas's?! There was one problem though: What in heaven's name was I going to do with this canvas? There's a whole plethora of possibilities and I just couldn't decide on one, so I sought the council of my co-worker.
"You should paint a tiny little G on it!" She said excitedly. That would be a cute monogram for my last name: Gleed.
I got so excited over this idea that I completely forgot how the alphabet works. "A G for Jamie!" I shout, totally confident in the accuracy of this sentence. My co-worker simply stairs at me with an expectant look on her face. I'm slightly confused by her response... until... "OH! I meant Gleed! G for Gleed, J for Jamie! My bad!" We laughed until we were red in the face. G for Jamie is now a constant running joke for us and I feel it does a good job summing me up and all of the random things that tend to come out of my mouth.