Last Sunday Eric and I had dinner at his parents house. This is always a treat because the MIL, Debbie, makes the best meals, and on Sunday there is always, ALWAYS dessert. Homemade pies, cakes, cobblers, bunts, I love that woman.
But of course with dinner comes dinner conversation. And I’m not sure how, but in this particular conversation, it came up that I am not legally Alison Robertson. Legally, I am still Alison Faulkner. I have not changed my name. They were confused, and I wouldn’t say they were mad, I would just say they didn’t see why I have not proudly taken on my Robertson title.
I gave them my standing excuse, which I shall share with you…
A week before my marriage to the wonderful Eric Robertson, I got a fix-it-ticket of sorts for my over 6 month expired license. Does that make sense? I got pulled over for speeding (barely!) and after positioning some cleavage I was like, “Officer, I’m so embarrassed, my license is kind of expired! Oops!” And he was like, “How expired?” And after tussling my hair I was like, “Oh six months or so! Giggle!” Mind you I was in my pajamas and had just had a bridal shower so the back of my car was filled with lingerie. Oh, and I wasn’t wearing shoes. I don’t know how any of those details contribute, but just so you get the full picture.
The cop thought a while and then said, “Ok, I won’t give you a ticket for speeding, but you have 10 days to renew your license.”
“Oh! Thank you officer!” Wink.
So, the week before I got married, not only did I have to take the Utah Drivers’ License exam, and spend HOURS at the DMV, HOURS, I had to get a new Social Security card because I had no idea where mine was. Apparently you need a SS card to get a new license. Such a process! (Come to think of it, I don’t know where my new one is.)
So the excuse is: I’m not up for spending more time in our fabulous state-run facilities AGAIN so soon after I just had to.
But, I also really really like my last name. Faulkner is so distinguished! It’s who I am. It’s my name! It’s not that Robertson isn’t a good name, or I don’t want to be one. I’m proud to be married to my Robertson. I just really like being a Faulkner too…
My parents never gave me a middle name so I could take my maiden name as my middle name. So technically, I don’t even have to lose the Faulkner. Just become Alison Faulkner Robertson. But it’s not so easy!
And I don’t know why. Growing up I used to daydream about my new last name, Alison Depp, Alison Pitt, Alison Rossdale (yes the lead singer of Bush). They all sounded so fun. But then when it came down to it, after 24 years, I just became really attached to Alison Faulkner.
I won’t go into the whole misogynistic whoopla of the tradition. Or how it was Henry VIII (shocking!??) who ordered that marital births be recorded under the surname of the father. More or less I’m ok with the whole “I’ll change my name so people know I’m yours” thing just because it makes it easier for the kids. But I keep dragging my feet.
Apparently I’m the only Faulkner female who seems to have the problem, because ONE week after Andrea, my sister, was married, she had changed her voice mail to say, “Hi! You’ve reached Andrea Williams!” Traitor.
I’m interested to hear if others have had the same dilemma. You don’t want to insult your in-laws by saying “thanks, but no thanks” and you don’t want to confuse the children, but when it comes right down to it…I still feel like Alison Faulkner. If you google Alison Robertson, my blog doesn’t even come up!
I fully intended on changing my name, and I probably still will. But there you go. Eric’s a doll about it. He knows I’m insane.
But I’ve been thinking about it a lot because my boss asked me yesterday if I had changed my name. And when I said no, he asked if I wasn’t committed. And this made me wonder, is that how people view it? If you don’t take on the team name, you’re not in it to win it?
I’m committed dammit! I’m in it to win! I just also have my future fame and fortune to think about. I’ve already sowed my Alison Faulkner seeds, the harvest is inevitable.
So what have we learned from all of this? Flirting with cops is always a good idea and be careful what you reveal over dinner with the in laws.
OH LIFE LESSONS ARE THE BEST!
Have a fabulous weekend. Don’t get too crazy. AND DON’T FORGET NOVEMBER 10th is on MONDAY…
It’s a big day.
Alison (making her father proud by holding out) Faulkner