Name Changing Nightmare!

Funny story... The hubs and I got married about a year and a half ago (nov 2010).  Because of the nightmare of dealing with name changes in the middle of residency applications and medical school, I opted to wait to change my name until right before graduation.  Well, we are at that point right before graduation where it is finally necessary.  Despite my husband believing that I would never change my name, I filled out the paperwork and headed to the local Social Security Administration office.  As I walk up to the door, I notice a nice salmon sheet of paper stating that the office had moved off the island to its new location about 20 miles north of here THREE DAYS PRIOR.  Of course, I waited until the end of the business day and therefore would not have enough time to make it to the new office.  This was the day before our trip to SAT, so my visit was postponed until yesterday.  I get up with intentions of going first thing in the morning and walked out the door at 11:30.  Oops.  As usual, I got wrapped up in checking email, reading blogs, celebrity smutting (**yep, it's true**)... suddenly 3 hours had passed.  Anyway, I drove up to the new SSA office and walked in right at noon, probably a poor choice.  I walked in with my forms already filled out, passport and marriage license in hand ready to get everything taken care of quickly.  As I step through the door, I notice the large waiting area full of people and a flat panel with with numbers being called; the security guard points me to the computer in the corner to checkin and get my number.  I do just that, take my seat and within 2 minutes can quote the medical history of the man sitting behind me.  He thought the man sitting next to him wanted to hear him gripe and complain about how horrible the VA medical system is and that all he wants is to go somewhere with REAL DOCTORS...  my blood quickly began to boil since 1. He is receiving all of his care for free.  2. He was treated at the VA in Houston which is probably the best VA in the state. 3. He had absolutely no clue what he was talking about and was spouting nonsense to the unassuming man next to him. AND last but not least, 4. I will be working at a VA in about 2 months and took it a little personal when he went on his rant about how the people at the VA were not real doctors...blah blah blah.  Thank god, he was called within 10 minutes.

After about 40 minutes, my number was finally called and I headed back with my documents ready.  I sit down, tell the lady what I was there for and slid all of my documents across the desk.  She picks up my marriage license, eyes it with a scowl, rubs it, turns it every which way and looks up and tells me that she cannot accept my marriage license because it's not official.  WHAT, WHAT??!
"Excuse me ma'am, this is what the Galveston County Courthouse mailed back to us after our wedding."
"Well, I'm sorry but this isn't an official license.  The seal is not raised.  Look (rubbing her fingers across the seal), it's not bumpy."
"Yes, I see that, but this is the only license we have.  This is what they gave us.  This is what was RETURNED TO US!"
"Sorry, can't accept it."
Then she sat  there staring at me smugly from across the desk.  I seriously wanted to reach out and slap her, but I didn't.  I calmly asked for my "FAKE" marriage license back, and walked out the door.  I wasn't sure what to think of my unofficial marriage.  Should I take advantage of this and let Jaime know that we are not officially married? I mean, we could get away with calling it all off if we were getting on each other's nerves!  LOL, I kid... So I got in the car, grabbed some lunch (because i get extra cranky when I'm hungry), ran my few errands while on the mainland and headed back to the island to go argue at the courthouse about my sham of a marriage certificate.  I was so ready to let my crazy out on the county clerk if they tried to give me any trouble.  However, I was pleasantly surprised when I explained what happened at the SSA office and the clerk looked back at me embarrassingly and simply stated that they must have just forgotten to emboss the seal.  She walked around the corner, embossed it and handed it right back.  DONE.  We are OFFICIALLY married now.  I've yet to make it back to the SSA office.  I think it might be a sign that I shouldn't change my name ;-)  Really, though, I've just decided to do it on Friday while in SAT because I don't think I can deal with the ignorance here again this week.

Anyway, here are my first official orders:
Baby's first ball cap for the biggest Aggies I know...
Plain if it's little boy or with the flower if it's a little girl.

And puff stitch beanies for twin girls:

What do you think?

BLESSINGS!