I never thought about what you would do with your last name(s), but now that it has come up, how did you and Giancarlo decide whose name came first in Diego's last name? Did you go by what sounds better? Or ro-sham-bo over it? arm wrestle? I know these things are a BIG DEAL in movie credits and law firms, so it made me wonder.
It's simple. I have four brothers to carry on my last name, along with 3,423 male cousins with the same last name. Giancarlo's family line will end with him without another male to carry on the surname. Hyphenating the two surnames wasn't a big deal to me, except that I want my last name to be in Diego's legal surname since we don't have a "traditional" family. When Diego becomes an adult, if he would like to drop my last name, it won't hurt my feelings. Also, Amelia has my last name, of course, and I wanted them to have that in common.
Lacking Productivity asks:
Do you ever occasionally sneak GC's clothes?
As stated in previous volumes of Q & A, Giancarlo and I share many of our clothes. His legs, arms, and feet are a bit longer than mine, so we don't share long sleeve dress shirts, pants, or shoes. BUT, yes, Kira, I do sometimes sneak his clothes. When he notices, he good-naturedly says, "Hey, who said you could wear my _________?"
The Vinyl Villager asks:
So why did you stop sharing the undies?
I don't know why this happened. We never really had a discussion about it, all of the sudden Giancarlo put all of our underwear in my drawer and bought himself a bunch of new underwear, declaring that he now wanted to have his own underwear. I guess he got tired of my junk in his drawers.
Pumpkin Delight asks:
OK, so Mormons are allowed to swim, why not Mormon missionaries?
In order for someone to go swimming, it would require the removal of the garments. Missionaries must do everything in their power to keep themselves out of temptation's way; keeping their garments on at all times helps them in that respect. Additionally, I've always heard something else about how the devil has stronger powers within water, but that sounds like an old Mormon wive's tale to me. Do any of my Mormon readers know anything else on this topic?
(Referring to a previous question about the most wonderful moment of my life and how I answered, "My first drink, at age 29. )
So your first drink was *that* wonderful? I'm almost 25 and haven't had my first drink. I want to, but I'm nervous due to the many horror stories of my youth. I can hear Sunday School lessons in my head, whenever I start to read the drink menu. But if it was that good, maybe I should just go for it.Actually, Bonny, my first drink wasn't that wonderful. I was mostly joking. My first drink was (surprise, surprise) wine coolers. I nervously pushed them through the store in my shopping cart, nervous that someone I knew would see me with them. I literally was in a cold sweat. I had already decided that I was done being a Mormon and that I wanted to try alcohol, but I wasn't quite ready to stand up to shocked, judging eyes. Now I couldn't care less. I took them home and shared them with my best friend, and told him I was gay. That was the last time we ever really did anything together, just the two of us. I scared him away, didn't I?
I do enjoy my wine each night, and it is fun to drink with friends. But I have learned the hard way that too much is not a good thing.
Domestic Spaz asks:
I am quite a skeptic about anything "supernatural." I don't completely deny that there could be some kind of power behind it, but it all seems far-fetched to me. Palm reading, psychics, ghosts, reading tea leafs, and Tarot cards to name a few. Perhaps I am just ignorant on the subject. Perhaps I need to be enlightened. Helena? Tammy?
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