My thing gets more confusing because I have my mom's last name. She was never married, is not Italian, and her middle name is McClellan, which makes her sound like a hyphenate. I am Italian-American and self identify as such, but don't use the Italian family name. And people who look at me tend to think Italian or Jewish, depending on their own ancestry. My mom was also one of the only "white" girls growing up in an Italian American neighborhood-- which fills me with fascination as of course Italian is considered white nowadays, but clearly not in my mom's mind in the 40's - 60's when she was growing up. Also, she hung out at so many neighborhood Italian houses that she is practically Italian American-- she even swears in Italian and has the "way to much food for guests because we could possibly run out" thing down! And strangely when they moved to the "country" they moved to a country town which was predominately (at the time of me growing up) Italian American/Catholic.

I think of hyphenated names and I think of my sister's best friend's mother, Mrs Moyston-Cumming. Her daughter didn't take the hyphenated name.

Well, YEAH.

It's Leverage day! Only two more hours!

I'm incredibly bored.

Well, YEAH.

But the mother did! Even my own mother isn't that...unaware. I can't imagine.

my sister's best friend's mother, Mrs Moyston-Cumming

...wow.

Did someone post about these? Nifty commemorative inauguration DC Metro cards: [link]

already going for $25 on ebay.

A friend and her husband changed both of their last names to a hyphenated combination, as both really loved both names. So they are something like Tucci-Flores now. Apparently, some of the husband's crew in the AF gave him some crap, but he was in a particularly chauvinistic group.

A facebook high school peer...I have NO IDEA where her lastname comes from. Apparently she changed it to her birthname (she was adopted,) got married, got divorced, had a kid, may be married again...I have no idea how many last names she has or has not had or which the current comes from.

my week is all askew and getting no better soon.

I had training the last two days at work - all day, each day and I lunched with the trainer, so no time at my desk for 2 days. My helper is usually Tues/Thur, but this week is Mon/Wed. Thurs we get mac's new brace (an hour trip one way) and have an appt with his orthopedic surgeon (30 min in the other way), so I am taking the day off work and he and I are having an adventure day. Fri we usually have therapy, but she is off this week, so the helper is coming by for an extra evening. Sat we have karate as normal, but then we also have a visit from a social worker and at some point mac goes to a sleepover. Sun is really never normal, so that's a wash. Mon we are both off for MLK day and we are keeping one of his friends.

Whew.

I've wondered if Facebook has an app where I can punch people in the crotch for asking me why I'm not married.

I hate those people. thankfully, it's only happened to me once on FB.

So I'm kinda obsessed with Wayne Dyer at the moment.