Mandy ? Lozano got all serious

Today I was reminiscing to nobody in particular (because the house is empty) and realized that I've become so SERIOUS in recent blog posts.

Whiskey

Tango

Foxtrot

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I'm making mental note to loosen things up to remind people that MBAs have not only hearts, but souls and funny bones (and assloads of debt)!

Promise.

Either that, or I shouldn't think I am responsible for convincing anybody of the existence of anything, be it sense of humor or yeti.

Here's a little story: I wasn't given a middle name. Nor was I given a proper first name, but that is a story my parents debate.

I am middle-name-less in hopes that I would take my husband's when I got married and "Lozano" would slide into the place left vacant on my birth certificate for decades and the source of much explanation when asked for my middle name only to reply "I don't have one". It was met with surprise second only to that registered on the faces of sadly ignorant human resource representatives of American companies when hiring people of Latin descent. "Which last name is it? Lopez or Garcia? Both?! So you're Maria Guadalupe Lopez Garcia? That isn't possible! You're either Maria Guadalupe Lopez or Maria Guadalupe Garcia. This is Amerikuh! Besides, what kind of name is 'Guadalupe', anyway? Isn't that a town or cockroach on that Latino cartoon from the 70s?"

I digress...

In the spirit of the candidate I hope will win this election, I've finally bequeathed a middle name on myself:

Mandy Hussein Lozano it is.

Get out and vote!