A Rose By Any Other Name

Rose Josephine, is what my name should have been, if my mother had followed her family's sicilian nameing tradition as her mother before did, and her grandmother and great grandmother, and well, every woman as far back as the 1700's according to my mother's distant cousin and her family tree research. But, my mother says she didn't give a damn about tradition, but I really think she didn't want her first child, her little girl, to be named after my father's mother. It would just go to her head. So my name was debated and they decided to go with Genna with a G, and then becasue my dad said it wasn't a real name, they added an f-e-r to it and then added Marie because I think every dago girl's middle name is Marie or Ann. And there I was.

So now I have to change my name.

I went to the DMV {don't get me started} bound and determined not to loose my last name, my "maiden name" as they call it now. So sad really, that a name I feel so connected to is just a maiden name by society standards. Just a future password for my children's bank accounts and SAT tests. ~but I digress~ So marriage license in hand I walk in and explain to the 20 yr old girl behind the counter that my last name is my new middle name. She looked at me like I was speaking spanish to her and I had snot all over my face or something. She told me I can't change my middle name. Well, I don't know what f*cking articles she has been reading but YES U CAN! So after much explanation she saw the error of her ways and repaced my simple "M" to read my "maiden name" and then my new last name. So sad really, so sad.

Well, Now i'm having doubts about the whole damn thing. What the hell was wrong with the god-damn information in the first place? What the hell is wrong with taking a little time to be married with out changing anything. I'm having second thoughts about this change. It's just all happening so fast... from I do to this?!

Okay, so now I have to change it with social security. Oh God.

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
~Romeo and Juliet~