the great name debate

apparently, i'm not very good at maintaining a blog.

i'm getting married. holy crap. while the planning is going ridiculously smooth, minus a few disagreements over the guest list, i keep coming back to the same topic and i keep hitting a brick wall.

i love my last name. i love who and what it represents and i don't want to give it up. i love my siblings and i love how we constantly justify our actions by simply saying " i'm a (last name here)". its all the explanation thats ever been needed. we are team. whether it's drinking, actual sports, or simply backing each other during an arguement. i know that by changing my name it doesn't mean i cease to exist in their world, but it's a pretty big change. i'm going to miss people wondering how to spell it, shocked how short it is, and constantly puzzled over it's origin. i'm just going to miss something that meant so much to me.

granted, i could put a hyphen in but that just looks retarded: an italian scot? i don't think so.

not to mention when we have kids i want to have the same name as them so it really only leaves me with one choice.

i'm going to have a white washed celtic name.

le sigh.