I received my final edits yesterday. The editor said the book looks great. She claims she was born in “Dubuque Iowa” and her Father was a preacher. They moved shortly after she was born. How incredibly coincidental that a person from “Dubuque Iowa” writes a book, and publishes with a company in California, and the editor assigned to the book is also from Dubuque. Good Karma? I hope so!
I am all about Nick Names. My in-laws named my husband Terry Joseph at birth but when we meant in high school I renamed him Tee Jay and then T&J. Over the years the nick names just piled up and now he has a bunch. I call him “Skater Boy” at times because he easily conquers most objectives, usually without trying, he just sort of skates through life with no real issues. When we were first married I started out with “Sweetie” as many new loves do but that became boring and eventually progressed to “Sweetie Peatie” and then it was just “Peatie” and now it’s “Peter.” I call him “Little Man” too and that also has progressed to “Little Mannie.”
Growing up my nick names ranged from Birds Nest to Fuzzy because of my big hair, Tammy Two-Two and then those cleaver children who rhyme your
name: Tammy Whammy. In junior high I was called “Animal” because I could hit a volley ball from one end of the gym to the other. I’m Tam for short and Ma, Mom, and Mommy. My dad still calls me Kid. When
you are a writer you have the opportunity to name yourself. My pen name is Emily Brown because I liked the name Emily and the Brown part came from my dog. His full name is Charlie Brown so I took his last name. Loogking back it seems unusual, as if I married my dog or something.
Our pets even have nicknames: We call our dog
Charlie: Chuck, Charles, Chuckie, Kentucky Chuckie and Bubba. Our cat Rose is: Rosie-Posie and our cat Maddy is: Maddy Cattie.
My kids also have Nick Names. McKenzie is mainly
“Mac” but we also call her: Goose, Macaroni, Mackerdoodle, Suzie and Sissie. Because she has red hair many people call her “Red” or “Carrot Top.” We named our son William and call him Will most of the time but we also call him: Wonka, George, Georgie-Porgie and Ducky B. Man. My father calls my daughter Macaroni and for that reason she began
calling him “PapaRoni”and my mother GandmaRoni” and now that is what both kids refer to them as.
We were at a T-Ball game the other night and my son was talking to a little boy, and calling him Diego. I didn’t think much of it until his mother sat down next to me and began calling him a different name. Confused, I asked why all the kids were not calling him by his given name. The mother shook her head and said the kids at school given him the nickname Diego. She wasn’t upset or anything just perplexed about the situation. I was appalled that my son
was in on this. The little boy did somewhat resemble the famous, Diego character on Disney’s Cartoon Network but it still didn’t feel right.
When we got home I had a long conversation with my son regarding the situation and I told him to start calling the little boy by his real name, and not Diego. He didn’t understand what the big deal was because Diego is cool from a Kindergarteners perspective and he felt it would be an honor to be called that. Maybe in another place and time it wouldn’t have been an issue but with all the bullying that occurs in our schools these days I just felt it wasn’t appropriate. You can never go wrong by calling someone by their real name
but you can hurt their feelings with nick names.
The Word of the Day: Pussy
Yesterday on the PJ Blog a friend was talking about her pussy and even posted a picture of it. I must warn that in the UK a pussy is a cat and nothing more. I don’t think I need to go into detail about the American definition. So anyway I decided to “pretend” I was one of them and I was just going to post a normal, not-funny, reply. No matter what I wrote I just couldn’t bring myself to post my comments. I began with “I really like your pussy” and then deleted and moved onto “Your pussy looks very cozy” and deleted and moved onto “What a nice pussy. “ I was going to then post a picture to show
them my pussy but it was just all too funny. I didn’t want them to think I was poking fun at them but at the same time I couldn’t use the pussy word correctly
because of what it means in my language. So I called it a cat and hopefully cat doesn’t have a different meaning over there!
It’s a BIG day passengers. At my house we start with a BIG pot of coffee and then read a BIG newspaper and then eat a BIG breakfast and if I’m lucky I’ll have a BIG nap this afternoon. I hope your day is Big too! (Have a big day but not a biggie day!)