When I got married, I kept the McVay as a middle name. And Emeline is Emeline Jayne McVay Conat.

If anything, it's easier for future geneaologists. (Isn't that an oxymoron)

I think it's a pretty name.

Thanks. ::bats eyelashes at Plei::

I sometimes wonder if I might have considered taking my husband's name if his name was important to him. His last name comes from a father he never knew and until very recently he never knew the relatives with that last name. So, even for him, it's sort of just the sound you make after his first name, nothing more.

It was actually when we talked about picking something new for both of us (our mothers' maiden names were discussed) that I knew I wasn't going to switch.

My life is annoying for stupid reasons. I have this list of people to call for this excellent city council candidate, but we have one pen in the house and I suspect the cat of playing with it. grr. Argh. So if I call people, I'll lose track. Stupid life.

But... I sent you mail using Marcontell!

I know! And it's great, because when I see Marcontell on something, it flags that it's someone I know!

I have no great investment in what last name people use for me, again, on account of my sister's issues.

I had two main reasons for not changing my name: too many combined syllables and I'd just ordered new checks.

I had two main reasons for not changing my name: too many combined syllables and I'd just ordered new checks.

I've sometimes said it was the thought of the line at the DMV that kept me from changing my name.

I'm at work now. I just got a call from the reference boss who started the conversation with "I knew you'd be early". I declined to tell him that I still wasn't awake yet, and was in the process of eating breakfast.

I mean, it's not like we're even living far away- we're still in the same town. We still have (although less frequent) poker nights!

I'd wait for poker night, and casually drop "Say Bob... I notice I'm not invited to your wedding. What's up with that?"

it also might be that the bride's family made up the guest list and couldn't decide your status.

Cindy, I forgot to tell you Emmett's reaction when he got a present from JZ returning from her trip. She got him a mounted Curt Schilling baseball card. Emmett's a big Curt fan after last year's World Series but has been a bit conflicted about Curt's politics.

So first he was happy. Then he looked perplexed. Then he said, "Well, he may be a Republican but at least he isn't a Yankee."

HA! Good job teaching the child his priorities. That Emmett is a genius.

Actually that kind of ties in with what we've been trying to get across to Ben, during all this steroid controversy. These people aren't role models, just because they play baseball well. You can admire a person's athletic ability (or singing talent, or bowling), but just because you admire the talent for which he's well known does not mean he is a good (or bad) person.

Oh, man. One of my oldest friends is getting married in October, and I look to have been left off of the guest list. He had a falling out with a mutual friend a few months ago, but I didn't think it affected us at all. For the moment, I'm choosing to believe my invitation got lost in the mail. Otherwise, that's cold, dude.

Are you old friends with his bride-to-be, as well, Lilty? I'm asking, because, not to snark on men, but in general, my female friends were much more likely to invite the guys from our circle to their weddings, than our guy friends were to invite the women of our circle to their weddings. This held doubly true for those guys who met their brides along after a circle had loosened up/broken up/dispersed/faded.

Also, sometimes, there's just a limit. Whoever is paying for the wedding says, "You can invite X number of people," and that's that.

Last Friday I wasn't looking forward to going out with my friends because of some [at least the way I perceived it] nasty comments that a friend made the week before. So, a couple hours before I was supposed to go another friend called and invited Teacup Guy and I over, I jumped at the opportunity. I called and left messages for both of my usual Friday night friends telling them I wouldn't be joining them. Neither of them called me back, and T didn't call me over to weekend to go shopping, as she usually does. So now it is Friday again, and I still haven't heard from either of them. I e-mailed T to see what she wanted to do tonight, but I haven't heard back from her yet. I'm afraid both of them are going to be pissed at me tonight, and I am not sure how to handle it.

I will not kill Joe's work.....I will not kill Joe's work.....

They didn't pay out his vacation time for our trip to Michigan.

t bends over and wits for the fuckin' we're bound to get