One week from tomorrow, John and I are getting married. It's a bit strange, since we feel like the rings are a bit of an accessory to this life it feels like we've been leading a while, but maybe now when I say, "I'd really like ice cream," at 10:30 at night, he'll feel a little more obligated to deliver, and maybe when he says, "I really want to watch the game," I won't roll my eyes.
Okay, maybe not, but that three second thought was nice.
I'm a bit excited to have my name changed, and a bit sad. It's been with me a while. Sivadge. It has changed over the years, too.
In sports, I started out Sivadge.
In sports, because you're constantly yelling and have two seconds to react, I became, "SIV!"
In awkward telemarketer calls, I'm Ms. Savage. (Sometimes I pretend Fred Savage and I go way back, but other than that, it's not so cool), and Ms. Si-vadge-ee.
In college, when I first started having to make more adult phone calls and pay some bills, I also learned that my name is long.
"S as is Sam. I, V as in Victor. A. D as in Dog. G as in George. E."
It will be weird that I won't have to say that any more. A few months ago, when I got off the phone with someone who said, "B as in Boy? C as in Cat?" and I finally gave up and am pretty sure I agreed to the name, Sibacge, I told John:
"I can't wait to have your name."
"Don't get too excited," he said. "People mess my name up all the time."
"What? How? Maynes?"
"Yup. They say, "Mr. Mayonnaise" a lot.
Sigh. Well, at least I like mayonnaise.
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