Startling
I have the TV going because Erik is happier with background noise. I hate background noise. I don’t like the thought of Erik watching TV, but he’s not really watching it. He hardly looks at it. He just likes noise and action. I feel bad that we are a quiet, tiny little family. Erik is the personality type that would do much better as a younger child in a big, boisterous family with lots of action.
I wasn’t listening to the show until I heard “did you say [insert almost perfect Swedish pronunciation of my last name]? Spell it.” They spelled it differently than we spell it (it’s hard to come up with a good American spelling of a name that has letters that don’t exist in English), but they keep saying it over and over again and I keep looking. I have no idea what the movie is, but it seems to be a bad 80s movie with Nick Nolte and lots of guns.
Surprise, surprise, my last name isn’t Possom! Of course, those of you who weren’t reading during the substitute teaching years won’t have a clue what I’m talking about but I still think it’s a cute fake internet name. I suppose if you read Mosaic Minds you already know my last name. That’s not a problem. I just don’t want my last name written on here for Googlers to find. My mom has learned the joy of googling and it scares me. I actually let her have a link to my Flickr account since I’ve been too lazy to update Erik’s page. Now she wants me to make her a wall hanging. Ha! When do I have time for that? I’m still working on a wall hanging for myself. If I had a good five hours I could get the top done. When will I have a good five hours that doesn’t need to be spent doing something to meet a deadline?
I’m actually reading a good book right now and I’m sooooo glad. I’m reading it for Mosaic Minds so that’s for a deadline as well. I was sent a review copy of This is Chick Lit several months ago and it was an ok read but nothing to write home about. The editor was very indignant over the perceived slight of the Chick Lit genre by the This is Not Chick Lit short story collection. I decided it would be cool to contrast the two in my Biblio Phile column. Thus far I am LOVING This is Not Chick Lit. There’s nothing wrong with bubble gum chick lit, but if the movers and shakers of the genre think they are writing stories with the same depth as the heavy hitters in literature they are sorely mistaken. I’ve read about half the book and thus far I want to pick up more works by each and every author. I could certainly not say that about the This Is Chick Lit book, though there were a couple that I’d read again if I wanted something fast and funny. Darn. Now I’m giving my review here and you won’t read the column when it comes out.
Speaking of Mosaic Minds, our theme this time is Dreams and Nightmares and the deadline for submissions is November 15. We need personal essays that reflect the topic and poetry and prose that doesn’t necessarily fit the theme. Maybe I should make this a separate post so people see it. Mosaic Minds can’t exist without submission so I hope some of you writers take the time to work something up for us!
My moms group is having a Moms Night Out tonight and I’m going to be the only moderator there which means I have to be happy and sociable. I’ve not been feeling happy and sociable today and even told Mike I was going to quit the group. Really, I just need more sleep. Erik decided 5:30 was a grand time to wake up this morning and I’ve been having a grouch fest all day because of it. Usually he gets up around 9 at the earliest. He, the little stinker, has taken two long naps (still is). I can’t seem to nap during the day like that. I’ll be glad to get out of the house for a couple of hours.