The Name Game.
Before I married Chris, my name was mangled by teachers, employers, and the general public. "Morrone" (pronounced "mah-rown") became a garbled mess of "Monroe," "Maroon," and my personal favorite, "Moron."
Flashback to eighth grade, which was part of our high school. It was the second week of school and I was trying to fit in and not be noticed, all at the same time. My mom was coming to pick me up for a dentist appointment, and I was waiting in my English class for the teacher to excuse me.
And over the loud-speaker came the follow announcement:
"Kerri ... Moron? Your mom is here."
(Oh the humanity!!)
But I'm no longer a Morrone. I'm a Sparling now.
Which apparently comes with its own set of troubled spellings. Ironically enough, this was on my hotel slip when Dr. Val and I visited the Canyon Ranch Institute in Arizona:
I laughed, took a picture with my phone, and sent it to Chris. "This is a new one," I texted, and he replied "Indeed - I've never seen that one before!"
My new last name has garnered such interpretations as "Sparkling," "Spaulding," "Spanding," and "Sparly." But when I was in Philadelphia last week, I had one that surprised even me:
I suppose it is better than if I hyphenated: Moron-Sparkling.