Days like this I really want to change my name to somethign simple and easy to spell like Smith or Jones or Doe. I called a store to see if an order was ready, they couldn't find and couldn't find it. Then they finally found it under Reese.

They were originally looking under some butchered version of my name but -- REESE? That's no where near my last name.

Also, the Canadians have the right idea by say Zed for Z. Because then I wouldn't have to do the whole "z as in zebra/zipper" because that doesn't always work and there are weirdly placed "v"s or "c"s in my name.

you think people wouldn't get so tripped up by 5 letters.

Also, the Canadians have the right idea by say Zed for Z. Because then I wouldn't have to do the whole "z as in zebra/zipper" because that doesn't always work and there are weirdly placed "v"s or "c"s in my name.

Totally. Even when I do the whole "z as in zebra" "No, the last letter of the alphabet" thing, I still get P or C or V or G there.

Totally. Even when I do the whole "z as in zebra" "No, the last letter of the alphabet" thing, I still get P or C or V or G there.

There's a 'G' in my last name, but even when I try spell it out carefully, people often think I'm saying 'Z'. So usually pause a bit before and after I say 'G', and try to put emphasis on the G.

It doesn't help that my last name has a weird (by english standards) German spelling.

Wish I could stay at home to watch the shuttle launch. Stoopid work.

I'm gonna try to watch a webcast, but I figure that most servers are gonna be too busy.

The NASA web server sucks severed goat hooves whenever something exciting in space is going in.

I get "f" turned into "s" a lot. DH compulsively spells his last name "S as in Sam" intervening letter "F as in Freddy, F as in Freddy", I don't think he could skip the clarifications if he tried.

I also get "k" turned into "h", but that's more of a handwriting issue.

So excited about the shuttle launch.

While I was managing my friends' wedding in May, I heard the absolute worst bridezilla story every to infect my ears.

Too many details of horrible behavior to go into here, but the bottom line was that each maid was forced to buy a designer dress (over $1,000) plus craxy costing accessories so that they would look "perfect".

At some point, someone didn't look as perfect as required. So. The bride told the maids that she was a little overwrought from the excitement of the wedding on some island where the ceremony was held, so she needed to go back to land on the launch without them.

She left and never sent the boat back for them. They sat, in their designer duds, for 3 hours before someone said hey, where are those overworked, broke, slaves to convention?

The worst bit is, they didn't even hire a hitman to rub the bitca out! They actually went to the reception!!

It was So. Very. Heathers.

Some people on the phone think my name is spelled Ghenson. Really.

And the eternal battle to get people to care that I'm not a Jenson, I'm a Jensen.

I have a "d" that often ends up as "tt" in my last name. For things like resturant reservations, etc., I always just use my mother's maiden name (Greene)-- so much shorter and easier than either my last name or my husband's.

Beej, that bride should have been strangled. I had a friend who was told by a bride-to-be (sister-in-law-to-be, actually) that the dress she had to wear to be a part of the wedding was a tube dress. My friend was 8 months pregnant at the time of the wedding. She refused to wear the tube dress and the bride told her that if she didn't want to be part of the wedding party it was her own fault. That bride to be also made us all leave a football game because her teeth were cold. (And, yes, we all mumbled something about how she should maybe shut her mouth.)

ION: Hello, Bitches!

She left them on an island? Dude.

Hi Sparky!