Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The Alphabetical Problem

Perhaps the silliest part of my life as a hyphenate has been the alphabet issue. Yes, I know my ABCs, but I can never quite remember where to find myself in an alphabetical listing. Is it G or is it O? I don't have a clue and neither do the list makers that put me in every which place.

Personally, I see myself as a G. I think of G as the first letter of my last name. Greene-Owens.

Still many times I find my name sitting under the O column. Don't they recognize it as one name? I know that some people feel that Greene is just another middle name for me. Greene-Owens. Where do you put the emphasis?

Emily Post, it seems, does not have a definitive answer.

I have been reading a lot of articles about name hyphenation recently. It has produced some interesting results. In many ways I am pleased to know that there are other women who are defending their naming choice (yes, it is a choice), but it made me sad that this is an issue for them. We are living in a single last name world.

Here are a couple of excerpts from other ladies hyphenation woes:

"When I got married, I didn't change my last name. I guess we both could have hyphenated our names, but that wasn't very appealing to either of us, and I certainly wasn't going to hyphenate if my husband wasn't going to. Instead, we did that to our daughter. It just seemed too strange to me to contemplate being in a family in which my daughter had my husband's last name and not mine (too), even stranger than our all having different last names.

Then we had to decide which name would go first. We decided to decide based on what sounded best, and we agreed that the order that sounded best was my name first.

Our first plan was that she would have two last names without a hyphen, but we were told at the hospital when her birth certificate was being filled out that it was illegal to have a 'space' in a last name. I said "What if our name were van Gogh or da Vinci?". They said no go(gh). Perhaps we got an uninformed person doing the birth certificate, but I was desperate to go home and they told us we couldn't leave the hospital until we gave our daughter a last name with no spaces. Bizarre.

So she has a hyphen, and a long last name that doesn't quite make it intact onto some forms. The only one who has ever been upset about our daughter's last name is my mother-in-law. She didn't like the hyphenation and she particularly didn't like the fact that my name was first. She told us that she hoped people would think that that name was a middle name and that the real last name was her son's (no matter that my mother-in-law has kept the name of a man she divorced and loathed for the rest of his life)." (Female Science Professor)

"I suppose I believed, naively it now seems, that Texas was ready for a woman with a hyphenated name. After all, it was 1991, and I knew an artist* who had shared his wife's name for over 15 years without difficulty. The British have had hyphenated names for centuries. Magazines were full of interviews with well-known celebrities sporting double names. How complicated could this be?

Very.

For starters, most people do not realize that two words connected by a hyphen should be treated as a single word. They automatically split off the last half and say Mrs. Rainwater. When corrected, they simply don't know what to do. At the dry cleaners, they have taken to calling me Mrs. Chancewater. It's not uncommon to hear Mrs. Chancerainwa..., as if the speaker is just embarrassed to say the entire name. I wonder if Nadja Salerno-Sonnenberg has this much trouble picking up her dry cleaning?

Then there's the length problem. I think it was a prescription label where this problem first surfaced. The name simply wouldn't fit in the space the computer thought proper for a last name. The pharmacist settled for abbreviating it to Chance-RainH2O. That worked for a man with chemistry background, but confused the heck out of the little slacker clerks behind the counter. "Last name" they would demand. "Chance-Rainwater" I would reply, and they would head straight for the basket marked R, and return with the news that there was no prescription. "Try looking under C", I would suggest. "Why?" they would ask. "It's the first letter of my last name." I would say in exasperation. I think they finally have the hang of it, after seven years of trying. They never did catch on in the photo processing department - we just had to take our film somewhere else.

My doctor's office likewise wanted to file my records under R. When I insisted that they be properly filed under C, the clerk responded "Well, then you'll always have to tell me Chance-Rainwater" as if I were going to come in one day demanding that my name was Schopenhauser. I suppose you would file that under H.

The other day, I was standing in line at the pharmacy. The woman ahead of me was vainly trying to get the clerk to look for her prescription under S. "Hyphenated last name?" I asked. She nodded. "Me too," I said "I had no idea how much trouble it was going to be.". "Yeah," she replied, "but it's worth it."" (Life with a Hyphen)


You know what? I do think that it is worth it. I don't really care how I am alphabetized. I chose this name and I like it----just the way it is.

KEGO

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Simply Special Weekend

So, since my last post I have been taking a lot of steps to simplify (and better) my life. Thank you to all of my sweet friends for your patience and encouragement. You are all such dears.

In keeping with my new plan to make time for Drew and myself, we are heading to the Idea Festival in Louisville at the end of the week. I cannot wait! We love attending the lectures and seeing all of the amazing exhibits. It is a very fun and incredibly intellectually stimulating weekend.

We will be staying in one of our favorite places on earth---21c Hotel and Museum. It is a combination modern art museum and hotel in downtown Louisville. Even the hallways to the rooms are gallery spaces. We cannot get enough of the red penguins.


For those of you that haven't been there, you absolutely should! You will feel like you've been transported to an episode of Sex and the City. If you go, definitely plan to check out Proof on Main, the fabulous restaurant next door. I can't wait to try out my new 60's inspired red dress for the occasion.


I guess you can say that I am feeling more settled and just excited about what this fall has to offer. Simplify. Simplify. Simplify and enjoy.

Have a great weekend!

KEGO

Monday, September 21, 2009

Perfectly Perfect

We can certainly come back to the letter. We certainly will, in fact. Everything seems to circle back to it somehow or another. For now, I can't seem to make myself write about it (ie. I can't seem to write on the blog), so I am going to do myself the favor of steering away from this topic for now.


I've been busy lately. Really, really busy. I've always been a busy person, lots of activities and people to see. I like it that way. I like my life full of people and things to do---in fact, I love it that way. But, now---I'm not so sure how I feel about things. I'm feeling burned out.

I love everything in my life---my sweet husband, family, friends, jobs, going to parties, extracurriculars. I can't imagine giving anything up, but recently I've found myself riding the merry-go-round without the opportunity to get off. Sometimes I do want to get off. I want time for myself to do my own thing.

So, I'm trying to say no, set boundaries, budget time for myself and for my relationship. I know that those are the things that keep me grounded and make my marriage as wonderful as it truly is. I don't want us to get too busy for each other. I don't want things to get in the way. I want to please people so badly sometimes that I get in over my head. I lose sight of what is really important. I wear myself out.

I want to be perfect. I am the stereotypical perfectionist. It can't always be that way. I can't keep killing myself to make it that way. Sometimes you just can't vacuum the house. There are more important things in your life. Don't let them pass you by.

To all of you couples out there, please take some time today for yourself and for your significant other. You'll never regret that you did.

KEGO

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The Letter Post Script

I haven't posted in a while. That attests to the power of the letter. It still has an incredible power. I don't like to talk about it---even to you.

Why does this letter hold so much power? What do I let it hold that kind of power?

Because it is an item which defined a relationship forever---a relationship with my husband's parents.

This single document has defined our relationship---not an easy one to begin with.

Don't judge me. Don't point the finger. I worked for half a decade to please them--and then this. The contents of that letter. Delivered on my wedding day. There are just some things from which you can never come back.


KEGO

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

The Letter

Being newly married was an amazing experience for me. Remember how I don't like change. Well, this change seemed to suit me very well. You would have thought that my husband and I had been living together for years. And we hadn't---we hadn't lived together at all. I had lived at home with my parents and he had only moved out a year prior. We shouldn't be good at this, but we were. We didn't fight over the toothpaste. We didn't fight over sharing covers in bed. We didn't fight about the toilet seat. We didn't fight about any of the things that couples debate in the early weeks/months of marriage.

We had one issue. Not an issue between us, but an issue all the same. It was a big issue to grapple with. It wasn't anything that was fair in the first weeks of newlywed-dom.

It was a letter. I didn't write it. Neither did he.

KEGO

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

The Phone Book

Did you know that you get only one free listing in the phone book? How were we going to be listed?

It was an issue that only arose a few months into our marriage. We finally decided to get a land line phone.

Owens?
That wasn't really both of us.

Greene-Owens? That didn't seem fair either. I had chosen to hyphenate my name. My husband had not.

Stay unlisted?
We wanted to be included in the phone book (we had to get a land line because I never answer my phone book). My grandparents and older friends still look us up that way.

It was another dilemma. Another time my name came into question. Was my hyphen a mistake? Should I have chosen something easier. This was, after all, the way things worked now.

Another choice. Another time that I had to choose to see my name in a way that I did not see myself.

But, I chose the easy way. Mrs. Owens. Well, really, Katherine Owens. Katherine and Andrew Owens. You can find us in the phone book. Well, you can find him.

I guess it wasn't that bad after all.

~warmly~
Katherine