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.
I got people mistaking the nephews or friends' kids for mine. Which, to be fair, I didn't label the photos as such, so.
I've wondered if Facebook has an app where I can punch people in the crotch for asking me why I'm not married.
My standard answer, after I've punched them: "why do you ask?"
Well, at least the Brooks has saved me from that. That and that I think people assume(d) I am a lesbian.
really the person never asked me why, they said "oh you have a son, I didn't know you were married". Admittedly, he's kind of a tool.
When my mom and I were driving down to Florida last year, she actually asked me if I was gay after I mentioned a few friends who were in long-term same-sex partnerships. I've been single my whole life and haven't dated in, well, forever, so I'm not surprised she asked--actually, I'm surprised it took her that long! I told her that my Kinsey scale was firmly pointing towards very het.
Then I had to explain the Kinsey scale.
This is scary--it's just down the street from my apartment. I'm on the third floor, so that's a plus, but you never know who can get in through an open lobby door.
And in completely other news, it's Dibs Season!
