Holding on tight...to my name

I can't believe the days are drawing near to my fatality. Gone is my last name, because "hyphenations" in plain english sucks! Besides, I don't have the heart to have our future (if god permit) children to go through life with the last name like Cadelinia-Kitchen, talk about child abuse. Boy do I love my last name and I can't seem to give it up! My last name is ethnic and full of five syllables. But for the sake of tradition, coming from an untraditional person, I feel men pride themselves on furnishing their last name onto their wife, "Me man. You Jane. You come marry, we hump and you take my last name. Grrr."

What I won't miss is having to spell my marathon of a name to make a reservation, or email, or other menial tasks. Now, I can simply say, "Kitchen. Yes, kitchen as in: if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen." My last name will bewilder people, like how in the hell did any human being get that last name? In fact, it bewilders me! I think I'll grow into it like a foot in a shoe. Imagine, if I was still cooking in a restaurant, my co-workers would think I legally changed my name for vanity purposes. But c'mon, wouldn't Cucina be sweet?

Anyway, I'm not picky. I'm just holding on to my birth right until it is abdicated from me.

This is Shellie Cadelinia hanging from the limb of her roots back to you Bob at the Studio.