heads up

[anagramofbrat]

so my kjpepper twitter account seems to have gotten hacked, so I had to log in over there and do account maintenance. While I was tinkering around in there I decided what the hell, I'd change up my current account a little early.

I'd been planning a post-wedding handle shift for a while now. I've outgrown "bottledgoose" for the most part, and I'll admit I'm kind of excited about adding a T to my initials. (No, I'm not dropping any part of my name - too attached to all three of them. But I'm not opposed to adding to it.) But yeah, my initials will end up being ARBT, which to my amusement, is an anagram of "BRAT."

Brat. That doesn't describe me at all.

Also? *points to icon* That is a bitchin' logo if I do say so myself.

I'm not making a new LJ account or anything, so it's not like any of y'all have to do anything. Just wanted to let people know if they suddenly start seeing anagramofbrat instead of bottledgoose that it's just-a me, Mario.


In not-online news, I had my alteration fitting yesterday. Thankfully very little of the dress needs altering, though the seamstress fretted that the bridal shop could have ordered the dress a size smaller and I would have been fine (I have feels about that, but.. not now). For now almost all of the fit issues are handled by having padded bra cups sewn into the top and double sided garment tape, and all the rest that needs doing is sewing some buttons into the back so my train can get hitched up during the reception. Meanwhile I got another chance to see myself in the dress and get profoundly weirded out by the sight of myself all princessed out. (and also to note that I do have a bit of a farmers tan from the summer - gonna have to figure out some way of getting some sun on the shoulders to even things out without getting strap lines. Fucking sleeveless gowns.)

I also have not heard any apocalyptic explosions from New York, so I assume Dad has not exploded over the final totals for all this. I'm gonna have to talk to him about stuff later... Grrr. I also finally gave up and replaced my birth certificate for Legal Shit Purposes. About that... I find it a little disturbing how much I'm looking forward to being an old married lady with the paper to back it up. I've been over my issues regarding relationship legitimacy/security. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I'm glad this particular union will have a paper trail. No erasing this one from history, no matter what happens.

But also at this point? I want the fuss over with, having a reason to stop making Kidzilla-style faces at cell23 when he's all HELLO WIFE at me,** and to not have The Event taking up almost all of my consciousness so I have some headspace to devote to Other Shit finally. Non-wedding creative stuff has gotten awfully loud now that I have no time to deal with any of it. :/ I guess I'm looking foward to life going back to a slightly altered version of normal. Normal being a lifetime of shaking my head at cell23 encouraging the cats to climb into bags and then poking the bags and yelping when he inevitably catches a claw to the exposed flesh. yeah, I don't know either, but it's cute.

Oh well, less than a month to go.

* If y'all have gotten an invite from me and you're actually coming you need to tell me what the hell you're eating, please.

** admittedly, he's been doing that for the past year. It's both adorable and aggravating... which are two words that get applied to him and the cats more often than not.

Comments

I know you're a New York girl but...

[grinninfoole.livejournal.com]

It's also an anagram of BART, which must appeal to your train loving self.

Re: I know you're a New York girl but...

[anagramofbrat.livejournal.com]

a most excellent point. :D Someday I will ride that.