Giggle, Giggle, Hehehe

I was at the church tonight to rehearse a song that I am playing my saxophone with the choir on.  As I was packing up (and the choir was continuing their rehearsal) the music director asked me if I would mind making a few phone calls for him.  He had just found out that two more people were going to be missing from the bell choir rehearsal that he had scheduled for tonight and - because it is really hard to rehearse that particular ensemble without everyone (or close to everyone) there - he had decided to cancel.  He needed me to call the people that were still planning on coming.

I went into his office, found the directory, pulled out my phone and started making calls.  When someone picked up, the conversation went something like this:

Me:  Hello, [insert name here]?
[Insert Name Here]:  Yes?
Me:  Hi, it's Sarah Weaver, from Pilgrimage.
[Insert Name Here]:  Hi!!
Me:  I'm just calling to let you know that, due to the number of people that aren't able to make it, tonight's bell choir rehearsal has been cancelled.
[Insert Name Here]:  Okay, thanks for letting me know!!
Me:  Not a problem.  So sorry for the late notice.  See you Sunday.
[Insert Name Here]:  Bye!!

As I had this conversation with each person on my list, it dawned on me that I am still not comfortable calling myself Sarah Weaver.  It's been seven months and I still have to resist the urge to giggle like a giddy honeymooning newlywed when I introduce myself as Sarah Weaver.

For those of you married women (who changed their name) out there - how long did it take you to get used to introducing yourself or hearing yourself called by your new name? Am I weird?

I feel like it's something that I need to get over before I start interviewing for church positions.  Because - you know - church search committees are always SO impressed with prospective pastors who introduce themselves, pause and giggle.