ChgoRed, Girl Editor

Toronto With the Rev: A Snapshot

At the top of the CN Tower: "I can see San Francisco!  And there's Detroit.  And I can see our house from here."  And later: "You couldn't see Antarctica?  You probably weren't looking hard enough."

"That building over there is Parliament.  And the one next to it?  It's Funkadelic."

"This building is where the world's entire supply of peanut brittle is made.  Can't you smell it?"

"I cannot believe you're dragging me to Doug Henning's house...You're lucky I love you.  Jeeez."

Here Come the Newlyweds

There's a new ring on my finger, our living room is full of boxes, and I no longer have a reason to call my caterer.  So I guess it wasn't just a dream—the Rev and I really did get married last weekend. 

I can't speak for our guests, but for us it was...wow.  A lot of wow.  Everything fell into place, I didn't worry once about my dress, and we even got some cake.  Can't beat that with a stick.

More details after the honeymoon.  Remind me to tell you about the seagulls.

Names Changed to Protect...Me, Mainly

Thanks, world, for offering yet another example of why I should keep my maiden name after marriage.

One of my co-workers got married last year. Before the event, she wanted her name to appear on reports as "Jane Q. Smith." Fine, can do. After the event, she chose to take the name of her husband, Mr. Brown. Well, sorta... I think the idea was that her maiden name would now be her middle name. This would normally not be a problem. Not settling on one version of your name—very much a problem for me.

At various times since the wedding, she's asked that her name be printed as: Jane Q. Smith Brown, Jane Smith Brown, Jane S. Brown, or Jane Brown.  The "correct" version seems to change about every two months.

Just today, she asked that we use Jane Smith Brown, and 10 minutes later said to use Jane S. Brown. And she can't figure out why people can't keep it straight.