On Sunday I went to pick up a prescription and when I got to the counter I said, "I need a prescription for Shelby Rosiak." Hunh? I haven't been Shelby Rosiak in over 3 years! And aside from a few slip-ups the first couple of months, my transition to Shelby Hogan has been virtually seamless. I have no idea where this Rosiak thing came from on Sunday.
Yesterday I did grocery shopping (for those of you who know me, please pick your jaws up off the floor). I decided to give my unbelievably stressed husband a break and "make" dinner for 3 nights (last night: ready-packed salad and garlic bread; tonight, Tuna Helper; tomorrow, pasta with an Alfredo Pesto sauce, from a package--I didn't claim I'd do a LOT of actual cooking). I go to pay and whip out my trusty debit card. Oops, doesn't go through, must have swiped it wrong. Still doesn't go through. I blush. The people behind me start getting impatient. The checker is passive--she's seen it all before. I say "let me try another card."
So I pull out one of my two credit cards, swipe it, and it goes through. I get to the signature--it's my maiden name. Once again I'm reminded that I haven't gotten around to changing the name on my credit cards yet. It's not really a problem because I added my maiden name as a second middle name, so all of my IDs have it on there, it's just something I should eventually take care of. It's because I never use my credit cards. I could count on two hands the number of times I've used them in the last 3 years (after a period of financial irresponsibility I have moved to a cash/debit card only system). Still, it's a little embarrassing.
Posted by Shelby at March 1, 2005 11:46 AM