A Huff by Any Other Name

Long time no update, I know. No more honeymoon photos have been sent, no wedding photos, nuttin.

I blame the G8 Summit, because, frankly, that's what's taken up all my time. In the two weeks after my month away, I earned 5 more days of vacation; that's how much overtime I did. The worst night went till 10, but we ordered pizza around 7:30, so that was ok. (Best Pizza Ever, by the way, but it could be due to the X-treme levels of starvation and stress, since I also had the Best Diet 7-Up Ever, too.)

I digress. The Summit is on, and my life has gotten quieter, if not easier.

What's in a name?

I just went across the street to claim a pair of pants from the dry cleaner. I had put them in for a broken zipper a few weeks ago, but was too busy to remember to pick them up. I went in today, they asked my name, and I said "Power", of course. She looks at the ticket and says, "But your ticket has you as an 'H'".

Oops.

Right.

The name change thing is taking a while to get used to. I guess my main difficulty is that I'm not officially official yet; that is, I don't have the certificate back from the province, which will allow me to change my driver's license, health card, banking info, etc. However, I'm fully Huffed at work - both emails, my pay info, phone, and building pass all have my new name. But if I ever have to produce TWO pieces of ID, I'm in trouble.

I sort of feel like a fraud, not one or the other.

Oh, the shame

How many of my friends with blogs and websites and photosites have gotten a simple email from me, saying, "update your site"?


All of them.


So, the shame, THE SHAME, to finally get my first "update your blog" message.


The past week has been a rollercoaster. Lots to do, lots to think about, not enough sleep, not enough time. We had enrolled in a marriage preparation course, and were not looking forward to it (because, really, who would?). Unlike every other couple in the course, however, we didn't HAVE to be there (it's a requirement if you're being married in the Catholic church), so maybe that helped a bit. Also, there were lots of snacks.


Either way, it wasn't what we had expected, at all. We have realized that we haven't discussed money, joint accounts, wills, insurance, or anything like that, and there were a few neat communication-y games that I think we did quite well at.


I'm apparently a squirrel, and Chris is a dog. A bit of pop psychology, not really sure what to do with that! All in all, there were no real tools, but we came away feeling good about our relationship, and how we handle things, and confident that the people beside us are going to break up, not us.


The divorce rate is up to 55%, which means that half of the room was doomed.


Bummer.