An 80-20 Split

Wow. It has been a very busy (and fun) few weeks since I last posted. I am busily preparing for and executing a fundraiser at work and trying to give my husband the most calm midterm week ever. I'm not sure how successful it has been, but I have certainly tried.

Why is it that people are always busy at the same time? I love the notion that when one of you can only bring 20% to the table in your relationship, that the other can bring the 80%---the idea that you can give and take for each other. It is a really nice idea, and I have to say that it does work a lot of the time.

But what about when you are both busy and you both bring 20%. How do you make up for that other 60%?

I guess that is where the love part comes in. You are both extra forgiving and extra patient with each other. It is the part that my sweet husband is oh so good at. It is what I am working on now.

Life as a hyphenate has been smooth sailing since my little trip to the drivers license renewal office. In fact, I have actually meet several people in the last few weeks with hyphenated last names, one of which was a man (gasp!). It kind of feels like a cosmic apology for yet another DMV name disaster.

KEGO

Drivers License Renewal Office Take Two

Many of you have heard the story of my first "name change" experience at the drivers license renewal office---it was interesting to say the least. You can read about it here.

Last week, I had to return to said office to get a new license following my 25th birthday. I thought that they might redeem themselves, but this is what happened...

My picture was taken and there were no faux-pas. I was relieved. After all, in my last encounter it had all started from the moment I gave them my information in line.

I was just waiting for my license to be laminated, anxiously awaiting to see what sort of picture I would be suffering through for the next several years. (In all fairness, I should say that I have yet to have a bad license photo---but that fear still hangs in the air while I wait each time).

The "photo lady" pulls my license off the machine.

Greene...(pause) Owens.

She said it in a rather halting manner. It was kind of strange. She was probably just reading the small type, I decided.

I walked over to the counter and took my license in hand. I peeked at the photo---it looked good. Whew! I'll examine it more closely in the car---don't want to seem too vain.

Wow. I had made it out of the license office without incident.

Then the "photo lady" piped up.

Ma'am, I've got a question for you. I've just got to ask this.

When someone makes that kind of statement, you worry. Maybe she was just going to ask me about where I'd gotten my purse or who had cut my hair.

I've got to ask you about your name.

Here we go again.

It's just that Greene is the funniest first name that I've ever heard.

Was she serious?

Is that a family name or something.

I just said yes. It was true after all. Greene was a family name.

Oh boy. Let's just hope that I don't need to go back for a while.

KEGO