Very much ~ma to your mother, Hil.
I am unrepentent in my changing my name from my father's to my husband's. Either way I was beholden to the patriarchy, and I thought it a nice symbolic move from being a daughter to being a wife, or, you know, growing up. Hitting a new stage. I changed my middle name to my maiden name, keeping the lineage and honoring my dad, but dropping the final bit of my mother (we had the same middle name), which also felt good.
Of course, since I'm planning on legally changing my name to Quiddity Falconer, this will all be moot soon.
ION, do I need these boots? [link]
Woke up still sick. Blergh. I so did not need this right now.
Raq - as a person who didn't look to see your face because I was admiring your other boots - no, you don't need more boots. Unless, of course, you do...then go for it.
This message brought to you by too much food and too much humidity.
Cocktail question - my dad try to tell me that orange juice and whisky was a screwdriver. I've always thought that was orange juice and vodka. So - what is orange juice and whisky?
Warg. I've been up for hours, because I had a nightmare that the government executed The Boy (by hanging!) because he defaulted on a loan, AND they hanged him earlier than they had said they would, so I didn't make it in time to say goodbye, and then I spent the rest of the dream looking around his house for proof that he ever loved me (specifically I was looking for any handwritten note that said, verbatim, "I love you").
I haven't called him yet to make sure he's alive. I fear that might push me over, in his eyes, from "charmingly crazy" to "unsalvageable whackjob."
"Sideways" is on FX, and I haven't seen it since it was in theaters, and I forgot how annoying and unlikeable the characters are. Almost Seinfeld-ian levels of unlikeable.
ION, I really really *really* need a haircut.
Threepeat:
And, for the record, I totally get that my dream was a panic/anxiety dream about moving in with The Boy. There was definitely no subtext there.
You two are adorable together. Seriously.
They had Johnnie Walker Red...in the big bottle...and we went through a bunch of it last night. Today we are going on a picnic. Wheeeeeeeeeeee.
That sounds like a super stressful dream, Teppy! Dang!
I love those boots, but...no way.
I feel very annoyed and guilty--I was supposed to go SHOPPING this weekend with a friend (yay, finally knowing there will be money coming in!), but I have to go to a funeral on Sunday at 2pm, which kills our shopping plans. So I'm annoyed, and then I feel guilty taht I'm annoyed. (Obviously the funeral is not for someone I cared deeply about. I feel obliged to go, and I do want to pay my respects, but...)
I went to bed at about 8 last night. MAybe earlier. Man, I was tired. I slept for shit all week long. I had a couple of student-dreams (not dirty, gross; just schooly) and then last night, I fought some monsters, and I much prefer the monster fighting dreams.
I am Erin. In the 70's, in the sticks where I lived, a lot of people didn't know Erin could be a girl's name, so I got stuck in a lot of boy's gym classes. I don't have a dim; my mom occasionally calls me "Erie" but mostly I'm Erin.
My nickname to my friends is Captain, cause I'm...er, not bossy, of course, never THAT, but...assertive? Yes, assertive.
I had an acquaintance that tried to call me Er-Bear and I wanted to punch her in the face.
My sister is Patrica Susan, but she has always been Suzy. My grandpa called her SuzyQ the first time he saw her, and that was it. I called her SueBoo and then just Boo, but I am the only one allowed to call her Boo EVER. She is also...assertive. I'm so proud.
Now I'm thinking about all my friends dims/nicks:
NAthan = NateDogg
Fran = Francie, Frannie
Stef = Stef, but I can get away with Steffie
Joanna = Jo, always
Nikki = Nik or Noodle
Shane = Sizzler
Jen = Neezie because of her last name, since we have 3 Jen's in our circle
Everone else is pretty much their name. My girlfriends who are married are pretty evenly split among keep lastname/take husbands.
If I ever got married, I would keep my last name. I've known this ever since my dad wistfully asked me if I ever had a baby, if I could use my last name as a middle name, cause he had all daughters and his bro's son is kind of a loser.
My dad doesn't ask shit like this, nor does he EVER play the daughter-no-sons game. I would have kept my last name anyway, but this kinda adds an extra fillip to the notion.
