M ~ Mighty Mouse

Mighty Mouse in Ralph Bakshi's adaptation

Mighty Mouse in Ralph Bakshi’s adaptation (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I decided that since my sister wrote me in an email that my “M” posting confused her because she was trying to figure out how “M” actually figured into my post about James Bond–that I would do a real post about “M”. So here goes:

My eldest son’s nickname is Mouse. It was given to him when he played basketball in elementary school and followed him all the way to grade 12. He was on every basketball team there was at the schools he attended. Junior elementary. Senior elementary. Junior High School. Senior High School. (Get ready for some bragging: in High School he won Most Dedicated Player when he was on both the Junior and Senior Teams. One is sitting on my bookshelf above where I am writing this as we speak).

He was given the nickname Mouse I think because they thought he was quiet. This confused me. He was not quiet at home. He was not quiet in class, though never a real disruption. He just was not quiet as a mouse anywhere that I came into contact with him. Now he was exceedingly polite to his teachers and his coaches, but he was not quiet. (Have I made my point here–the boy was, and as a young man is not QUIET).

We have an apartment attached to our house which he uses for band practice and just general hanging around in when he is here. He calls it the Mousetrap. His band is called Rodents & Rebels. Now I ask you, how did sweet little (but not quiet) Mouse become a Rodent? I guess Mouse was just not scary enough to go with Rebels.

There you have – my real post starting with a real M for Mighty Mouse–my non-quiet son!

Published in: on September 14, 2012 at 8:21 pm  Comments (22)  
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M is for Bond ~ James Bond; Or, What Is In A Name?

James Bond 007

James Bond 007 (Photo credit: Dave McLear)

Okay, I know M is not for Bond, James Bond—but I have always liked the way he introduced himself. I wonder if I could make such an outstandingly memorable introduction of myself. I am almost apologetic about my name. Not that I do not like it—just that my name is sort of long and then I added my husband’s last name to it, with a hyphen no less.

I was quite adamant about keeping my name when I got married – after all it was my name and I was attached to it. Not all people feel this way, but I did, and I still do. It is just my personal statement and I do not in any way want to make a decision for anyone else.

When I was married thirty years ago, I was not a rebel–there were many women who kept their names, added their husband’s name to theirs, or hyphenated.  And there were many then, as now, who take on their husband’s name. It is all a personal choice. But as a choice I think it should be respected.

There are still those who call me Mrs. My Husband’s Last Name, and that is okay, though I always think they are referring to his mother. But then there are those who do it to bug me, to kind of put me “in my place”. And those are the people I do not readily respond to. When I do respond, I do it with a surprised look, and say “Oh, are you talking to me?” Admittedly  this does not happen much now—but it happened a lot when I was first married.

Many people, when they have a name as long as mine, have come up with a signature scrawl to compensate for the length. I have not—though many times I will use my initials when I can get away with it. That does not work at the bank or on legal documents though, and I have detected a yawn or two while I finish scribbling my name.

For a while I thought I was being clever and started to use partial initials and part of my last name as a reporter to kind of hide my identity. I work for a small town newspaper and I thought this would hide me from controversial stuff—but generally there is not much controversial stuff, and it fools no one anyway. My column carries my full name—but perhaps this is where I really need to hide my identity. Especially this week, when I made both a spelling mistake and error in grammar.

But I digress—I like my full last name—it is kind of distinctive, albeit lengthy.