New Names and Butterfly Kisses

I get REALLY frustrated with myself sometimes.

I have this great new name, long, but it's my husbands name, so I enjoy it. Well, I can't seem to get the hang of it. At work, I'm set. I go to work everyday, and have to sign my initial probably a million times. CRS. CRS. CRS. CRS. Over and over on a million different pieces of paperwork. And the final thing I sign at night has my full name. So i always sign that correctly. Work is a cinch.

It's outside of work I have the problem. Today I was at wal-mart at the picture center, and the computer asked for my first and last name. I didn't even give it a second thought and I put my maiden name. I didn't even know until the lady called out my name to pick up my pictures. I was really confused when I heard my maiden name.

The other day I was at the scrapbooking store, and she asked for my last name, again, I say Ihm. Then she said I wasn't in their database ( you get discounts after buying so much). I insisted I was and argued with her for a good five minutes. Then I realized my blunder. OOPS!

Everythings changed. Liscense, SSN, Pay Stubs, EVERYTHING. Well, except for my debit card. Maybe that's why I have the problem. I'm still signing my debit cards as my maiden name. HMMM... I'll have to change that.

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I love seeing pics of little kids with their grandparents. This is, lets see if I spell it right, Libbigail? Dave's not here or I would ask him. Not that he would know, but he might have a better idea than me. That is Dave's niece. She looked like a little princess at the wedding. So cute!!

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This next one is one of me and my Daddy dancing to Butterfly Kisses. I will never forget this the rest of my life. I never knew how loved I was. My dad and I have had some really special times together, and I don't think I know another girl who's as close to her Daddy as I am. Yes, I'm 22 and I still call him Daddy. I'll probably always call him Daddy (unless grandpa is a necessity). We talked alot about this moment my whole life. Him walking me down the aisle, giving me away, and then dancing to Butterfly kisses. When I was younger, and Butterfly Kisses would come on the radio, he would call me and leave a message of the song playing for a couple of seconds, then he would come on and say "just wanted to tell you I love you, have a great day" :) How many Daddys would think of doing that?
He's endured a lot of bumps and bruises from my softball days. Poor guy. I could hurt him pretty bad sometimes. For those of you who don't know, I was a fastpitch softball pitcher, and to practice, he was my catcher. He always did great, but I think when I developed a drop ball and a riser was when it got tricky.
And our walks. Who could forget our walks? At night when Shivan needed to be walked, I would go with him and we would just walk around the block and talk about life. Didn't matter what the subject was, anything would do. :) School, sports, politics, books. Daddy was a good sounding board. Good times. I think he knew our walking nights were ending when the summer after my freshman year, I bowed out of walking at night to talk to this "boy" on the phone. He would always ask "WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO" Then I would tell him this boy named Dave, and he would get a pouty look on his face and shuffle away slowly. I would cave in and go and tell Dave I would call him right back. :) Eventually Dave won out, and my dad would have to work around my talking schedule with Dave. Hey, we were like 2000 miles from each other, and I was in love! I would do anything to talk to him! :)
I hope my husband is as good a Daddy as mine was. :)