So, this afternoon Mick and I were talking and it was pretty obvious that there is a certain amount of cheese in our relationship. I like that he is cheesy, because it allows me to do it, too. As my birthday falls relatively close to our trip, Mick wants to do something to celebrate it. Initially, we talked about going out for a drink, dinner and then dessert, maybe dancing, and then we started talking about cheese and Mick wondered about doing something with cheese and wine. So, if any of you have an idea about Phoenix and places that do that sort of thing, I’d appreciate knowing where we could go.
Nicknaming people is just something I do. I rarely call anyone by their name, I’m not really sure why. Everyone I know (and mostly, those that I like) is honey, sweetie, babe, dear. The kids have a zillion nicknames and I confuse people when referring to them when we’re out. Rian goes by Alex at school and I tend to use that and call out ‘Lex, Lexi, Xandra’…..whatever is handy. Scott’s nickname is Buddha, so it shortens down to Bood or Boody, when he was younger, I called him by his second first name, which is Micheal, and he would get pissed off when anyone else called him by it. Now, Rian and her little buddies use Buddha and he gets mad about that, but he can’t tell her friends no, because he isn’t that mean – he just tells her that it is Mom’s nickname for him. Darren came with his own nickname that almost everyone uses for him, which is Mick. I call him Mick, or honey, or Darren William Nelson, or just plain D, sometimes ‘that dirty Irish Canuck’ or when I’m being very crude Big Dick Mick. (And I’m getting so killed for adding that last one!!)
I’m not sure why I like nicknames so much, I just do. My own name tends not to allow for a nickname and Mick just uses ‘darlin’ or ‘baby’ and sometimes he’ll call me a Yank, which cracks me up. I mean, I am obviously an American, so it fits and I do live in one of the northern states, so I won’t pout.
We went and saw ‘The Vampire’s Assistant’ on Friday afternoon/evening. I thought it was alright, a tiny bit gory, but nothing that my daughter hasn’t seen in episodes of Buffy. Scott seemed a little upset at some of the book to movie changes. It definitely seemed to me to be a movie for teenagers. The language wasn’t bad and there was some good writing throughout, I did enjoy John C. Reilly as the (in my mind) very unlikely vampire. Definitely an interesting take on the vampire mythos.
Tomorrow we’re going to head out to the corn maze at Bloomsbury Farm. Need to find some pumpkins and get lost in the maze. We’ll come home and carve a pumpkin or two. Goodtimes.