Tuesday, November 01, 2005
In which I gain some new housemates and a new name
The last week or so has been a bit of a blur. Our once clean house is covered in wedding gifts, and we don’t know where we’re going to put everything. We also have a huge pile of stuff to take to Goodwill, and that’s taking up a large part of our dining room. I think we’re having houseguests this weekend, so we have to start cleaning soon. I’m going to NYC for work tomorrow (just a day trip), so that’s one less day I have to clean. Guess we better get started tonight.
A cold front moved in yesterday, bringing in huge thunderstorms and cold weather. I think the cold weather is driving critters inside, because last night Victor saw a big cockroach in our previously cockroach-free living room. This morning, I think I heard a mouse in our previously mouse-free kitchen. I have advised the landlady so that she can take care of the problem. I guess that’s the risk you run when you rent an apartment in an older building with foundation problems. There are probably plenty of places that unwelcome guests can crawl inside. I never had problems like this when I had a cat, by the way. Thanks, Victor’s allergies!
We got our marriage certificate back yesterday, so I guess on Thursday I’ll try to make it down to the Social Security office to change my name. Yes, folks, change my name. I remember a few years ago, probably in college, when I had to defend my choice of planning to change my name when married. When did that become such a bad thing? Now, I’m no hardcore feminist in today’s sense… I mean, I believe that men and women are equal, should get equal pay and opportunities, just like I think all races and people of all sexual persuasions should have the same chances in life. But I don’t see it as degrading or threatening to my individuality to take Victor’s last name. In fact, I see it as a sign that we are now a family. Even still, the name change is bittersweet. I am kinda sad that I’ll no longer have my maiden name, since I was kind of one of those two-name people to a lot of my friends (you know, someone who you always refer to as both first and last name). And my new last name is Hispanic, but not one of the easy ones that all of the white folks know (like Garcia or Martinez), so I’ll have all sorts of fun spelling to people… yeah, not looking forward to that. But I’m still doing it. I can’t even imagine not doing it. I guess I’m an old-fashioned girl at heart.
The last week or so has been a bit of a blur. Our once clean house is covered in wedding gifts, and we don’t know where we’re going to put everything. We also have a huge pile of stuff to take to Goodwill, and that’s taking up a large part of our dining room. I think we’re having houseguests this weekend, so we have to start cleaning soon. I’m going to NYC for work tomorrow (just a day trip), so that’s one less day I have to clean. Guess we better get started tonight.
A cold front moved in yesterday, bringing in huge thunderstorms and cold weather. I think the cold weather is driving critters inside, because last night Victor saw a big cockroach in our previously cockroach-free living room. This morning, I think I heard a mouse in our previously mouse-free kitchen. I have advised the landlady so that she can take care of the problem. I guess that’s the risk you run when you rent an apartment in an older building with foundation problems. There are probably plenty of places that unwelcome guests can crawl inside. I never had problems like this when I had a cat, by the way. Thanks, Victor’s allergies!
We got our marriage certificate back yesterday, so I guess on Thursday I’ll try to make it down to the Social Security office to change my name. Yes, folks, change my name. I remember a few years ago, probably in college, when I had to defend my choice of planning to change my name when married. When did that become such a bad thing? Now, I’m no hardcore feminist in today’s sense… I mean, I believe that men and women are equal, should get equal pay and opportunities, just like I think all races and people of all sexual persuasions should have the same chances in life. But I don’t see it as degrading or threatening to my individuality to take Victor’s last name. In fact, I see it as a sign that we are now a family. Even still, the name change is bittersweet. I am kinda sad that I’ll no longer have my maiden name, since I was kind of one of those two-name people to a lot of my friends (you know, someone who you always refer to as both first and last name). And my new last name is Hispanic, but not one of the easy ones that all of the white folks know (like Garcia or Martinez), so I’ll have all sorts of fun spelling to people… yeah, not looking forward to that. But I’m still doing it. I can’t even imagine not doing it. I guess I’m an old-fashioned girl at heart.
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