today, we were invited to the wedding of people we do not know.
in pennsylvania.
phone convo went down as follows:
me: do you know ____ or _____?
matt: no, why?
me: because we're invited to their wedding.
matt: um. i don't know them. let me look on facebook...never seen her in my life. he looks familiar, but i don't know where i know him from? maybe alabama?

roughtly ten minutes later, the phone rings again:
matt: he's my cousin.
me: ?


even more later, he calls again and asks what i want to do tonight, i answer that i don't know yet, so he asks, do i want to go to the gym. um, no. [thinking: hi, i'm stephanie, have we met? because i don't do health.] while the whole exercise, going for a run thing is great for him, it's just not my bag. and now is not the time to turn into that andrew kid from the breakfast club.

if you can't find me, it's because i've moved to alaska.

things i do not like:
cooking
laundry
weeding
mosquitoes
my yard
humidalabamaheat [can it be september yet?]

the only thing that didn't suck about today was germany beating australia 4-0.

hooray for front gears!
[and finally learning how to use them]
green springs, we're cool.

scott's going to have a bad christmas

for the sixth (?) year in a row, i'm being subjected to steve jobs' keynote address:
"hi, i'm steve. i make awesome (albeit unnecessary) shit that you can't live without. like the ipad...[an hour passes]...and the new iphone 4. it's made of glass and stainless steel. i'd show you all the cool things it does, but i can't get a connection in here...out."

even though boy already knows about everything being revealed in the video, we're watching it. and he'll still weep on the inside because stevo remains obstinate about flash.
which means i don't get a prettyoolalamacbookpro any time soon

don't get excited yet.

step one on the road to[eventual] parenthood: matt & stephanie get a puppy
i've managed to keep the indoor plant alive for a whole year, so methinks it's time to move onward. first, library-nerd reads up on how to take care of one...any suggestions? i requested the everything puppy book and bringing up puppy on hold at the library (yes, i'm too lazy to drive to hoover?)

i just saw the future of music in the age of the helicopter parent: imagine michael cera with a "magical" guitar, on tour with...his mom. who waxed on and on and on and on and on about his girlfriend of one year (!), about whom all but two of his songs were written. being nineteen is so hard. esp being away from home for two whole months. [gasp] and looking back on "like, senior year" [read: last year. really. we talked to his mom.]

the music was actually kind of decent, but i've never felt so old in my life. we were literally the only people there over the age of 21 who weren't chaperoning their children or in one of the other bands.

the following act, however, was phenomenal.
(and a grown up. who knows how to write poetry and put it to song.)
many thanks to l&l for a fantastic evening of music and mockery.

you know how library book dust jackets come wrapped in plastic?
i officially suck at doing that.

also, alabama republicans frighten me.
(i'm hoping when i wake up tomorrow morning, tj will not be at the top of that list. even though i have no right to complain because i didn't vote--maybe one day someone in jeff. co. will man the registration desk???--i'm going to whine about it anyway. i still have to live here. and watch tv, sometimes.)