Okay, so I have the neighbor. Nelson used to refer to her as the Mean Lady because she has a stern look about her. But I've gotten to know her and she and I are friends of a sort and I've come to know that she's not at all mean; she actually very nice and her kids are nice and she's a good neighbor. I mean, she has two teenagers that are respectful and not obnoxious. That's some good parenting right there. So, I asked him to stop calling her the Mean Lady. Then Nelson started calling her the No Eyebrow Lady, and while this IS true, it seems kind of mean to me so I nixed that name too (I never let him have any fun.) Now we just call her Neighbor Lady.
You may be wondering why we don't just call Neighbor Lady by her name. That would be because we don't know her name. It's not like I've just forgotten her name. No, I never knew it. We just started chatting one day when I was walking Nora to school and she was walking her youngest son (she has three) to school and we never really formally introduced ourselves. This was two falls ago, when I was very pregnant with Miles. Her two older boys are in high school and are 18 months apart like my boys, so we were kindred spirits.
After Miles was born, she delivered two gigantic bunches of bananas, which are really good for breastfeeding moms (everyone, really) and then came by to meet the baby. She is so, so nice. When all the neighbors were digging each other over the past two weeks, she came over and gave me a big hug. Then, she told her older sons to help her dig out the vehicles of the older people on our block. It was on this occasion that Nelson heard our other neighbor address her as Miss Jeanie or Miss Jill, but he wasn't sure which because his particular neighbor has a very, very thick Jamaican accent, and even after living next door for nearly five years we still have trouble understanding him sometimes. (It's SUPER DUPER thick; his U.S. born children told me that even they can't understand him half the time either, and they've lived with him for 20+ years.)
So, what to do? I really want to know her name, but it has been way, way too long for me to ask. It's been like a year and a half. What's the protocol here folks? Is there anyway for me to get out of this situation without looking like a total moron? I'm really hoping someone can help me out with this social dilemma. (Becky? Anyone?)
(If you get to meet me at BlogHer this year? Get ready for all kinds of social gaffs and inappropriate jokes on my part. It's gonna be awesome. They shouldn't let me out of the house. I apologize to my roommate in advance.)