So, I’m getting married this summer, and was struck with the realization that, while I am looking forward to taking my fiancee’s last name as my own, I’m going to miss the complete absence of my maiden name from my life.
After giving it some thought, I decided I like the idea of dropping my current (boring) middle name, and changing it to my current maiden name. I like the way it looks and sounds.
My fiancee doesn’t seem to thrilled by this new name, but the only thing he’ll actually say is “do whatever you want.”
What do you think, Aunt Becky? I need your wisdom as a second opinion.
Also! Do you think it would end up being weird whenever the question came up of my middle name being the same as my maiden name? Is it going to be a pain in the ass? This is starting to make me a little crazy.
Well, o! Prankster my Prankster, pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name. If you didn’t, it’s not actually listed as Aunt Becky on my birth certificate (which, by the by, if you’ve seen it, I kinda need it). My given name, Prankster, was Becky Elizabeth Sherrick.
When I got married, like you, o! wise one, I didn’t want to change my name. I liked being Becky Sherrick. I’d been Becky Sherrick for 25 years and I didn’t really LIKE the sound of Becky Harks. In fact, it sounded like a venereal disease.
But, my husband-to-be was slightly aghast by my reluctance, AND I had a kid with a different last name then my own, and I thought about all of the confusion that we’d suffer with subsequent kids and decided to change it.
I would be: Becky Elizabeth Sherrick Harks (NO HYPHEN)!
Then the Social Security Office called and took a massive shit all over my parade. Turns out, you can give a kid 4 names (all of mine have 4 names)(preemptively, you’re welcome, children of mine), but the sea hag at the SS office said no to adding a name, unless you hyphenate.
Stuck with a choice of dumping the Elizabeth or the Sherrick, I dumped the Elizabeth.
Like you, I became a First Name, Last Name, Last Name. Happily. That’s what I go by everywhere. The full three names.
This is my advice to you: if that’s what you want, and it helps you to feel connected to your past (which, I mean, I totally get.) as you’re turning in your old name for a new one, do it.
So fucking what if your fiance doesn’t like it? HE is not changing his name. Because his name clearly means enough to him to fight you to take it, he should respect that yours means enough to you to let it go.
He’ll get used to it.
Marriage does = compromise. Heh. Just ask The Daver.
If Mississippi lends Missouri her New Jersey, what will Delaware?
I don’t know but Alaska.
When my son died last May, my insurance company decided to show everyone why insurance companies are the devil…but refusing to pay for basically any & everything relating to my son, delivery, etc. I’ll spare you all the details, I’ll just direct you to the blog I’ve wrote today about my recent appeal & denial.
Anyway, if you read that I’m asking if anyone who is willing to help me provide letters as “evidence” I can use in my claim. Knowing you care about fellow loss moms & loss moms care about you, I thought you could help me out by spreading the word of my letter effort. I feel like I’m asking for a cheap blog plug or something, but I hope you realize I’m not. I’d just like the chance to blow the company’s mind. Even if I don’t win, I want them to know people know they suck.
So would there be any way you’d be willing to talk about my issue & let people know if anyone would like to help we’d truly appreciate it? Again, I feel lame asking you, but I’m kinda sorta desperate & want any help I can get. Can’t hurt to ask, right?
Consider it done, my friend. Baby Loss Mommas, if you can help, please do.
Dear Aunt Becky,
I have been working at a new company for a year. I am the highest seniority person there since I was hired right after the company was formed. My problem is with the secretary. She hasn’t even been there a year yet, but she is driving me insane. I often hear her steal my ideas and claim them as her own. She also tries to blame me for her shortcomings.
I’ve spoken to my bosses twice about this, and they do not see it. Everyone that works under me has come to me with complaints about her. It’s my job to take take those complaints to our bosses, but they don’t see it so they don’t really do anything about it. To add insult to injury I recently found out that my bosses have given her two raises in the eight months she’s been there, and I have never received one in over a year (though I have to admit I get more perks than she does)!
I make this company a lot of money, they know I am valuable. When I returned from vacation recently I found out this secretary was bad mouthing me to my bosses. She lies about me, but they just don’t see it. How do I show my bosses the true colors of my co-worker?
There is nothing–and I mean nothing–more discouraging than a shifty coworker (I think the word “shifty” needs to make a comeback, don’t you?). Been there, done that and it’s a fucking bitch. Literally.
If I were you, Prankster, what I would do is this: get some sort of documentation that you can take to your bosses. Because without it, you’re never going to convince them that she’s not some sort of saint or Jesus or something. With the rest of the staff on your side, it shouldn’t be quite as much of a task as it sounds. But you need real proof to get her in your cross-hairs.
People like this tend to eventually dig their own graves. So if you don’t get proof in time, eventually she’ll fuck up so badly that even your bosses will see what an assbag she is. In the meantime, you need to make sure you’re on your best behavior around her so that she doesn’t try and throw you under the bus.
Also, you should start bringing Ginsu knives to work. Not because you’re going to ACTUALLY cut a bitch, but just to have them and look threatening. You never know when you might have to cut up a nice stir-fry.
As always, Pranksters, fill in where I left off in the comments.
And I wanted to thank all of you who have supported Amelia and I. Today, we’re walking for March of Dimes and Team Mimi and I’m beyond touched by how many of you have chimed in over the past year to tell me how you’ve read her story.
Without you, I really don’t know where I’d be. I certainly don’t think I’d be in one piece.
Thank you, my Band of Pranksters. Thank you for everything.
Team Mimi FOR THE WIN!