...me & the gang...

pardon the quick side note:

dear jessica [used-to-be-married-to-that-one-dude-but-now-you're-not] simpson,

you look trashy, sound trashy, and i don't believe you are as close to dolly parton as you think you think you are.

in fact, your trite, obnoxious longing to be loved by your unadoring fans you should probably just take back to malibu where your 92' not-all-too-unbearable pop music lives.

the only thing we could say was "hey, she still has an amazing set of legs!"

rascal flatts, on the other hand....

not only blew us away,

and humbly showed their love of music,

but they also sound fantastic live,

and the light show is almost just as fun,
making for sweet fotos...

exhibit a:
he said hi to this girl, and then discovered she wrote a song...
she's friggen 10.
he got her up there and made her sing it!
the crowd had to chant "tay—lor, tay—lor" to get her in,
but eventually she wailed that little tone-deaf voice...
inspirational.

after the guitarist/drums came in to back her up,
they finished a chorus, but she kept going!

rad.

thanks, topher, for the best v-day present ever...

i am so glad you get into music the way i do.



it's going to make life a lot easier on us both...

hey boys...

be patient.
i will be there soon.
like 3 days.

but i am bringing my lover,
so don’t be tryin to get all fresh again...

ooh. can't wait.

my funny valentine...

sorry its late, but after starting work,
and then getting sick... and then taking care of BF that i got sick.....oops...

the best love weekend that i have ever had to date
went a little something like this:

friday night
(a la CC's adorable mother that i hope to adopt...)


morning of the 14th
@ CC's abode...
yes, those are heart-shaped




saturday evening
@ joshua radin concert of lerv....tasty!


just watch this and try not to drool...
one of his best songs
(the "oh great" is me)



what i found in the car when we got out!!!!!
yeah, that's right, he loves me...


sunday night
@ peg's SWEETHEART dinner.
fondue style:





what a love fest!

rest of the week = coughing/sneezing/dying/attempting to breathe...
but having someone there to take care of me...

I know I know... you are dying to know...

I am green.

For the record, Rascal Flatts are A-freakin-MAZING in concert!

I am sold on the concert thing now. Oh- and I plan on breaking up a marriage or two... Joe Don here I come!

I have never felt more like a 13-year-old: screaming and salivating and bouncing up and down. It was quite the rush. I also kept watchin Kelly Pickler who opened for them (Previous North Carolinian American Idol chick) who wasn't all that bad. She was quite fun to watch actually. I just listened to her and thought, I could do that. Why don't I have her job? How fun would it be to just get to do what you absolutely love the more than anything and get paid for it? In that case, can I have her job, Diablo Cody's, Sutton Foster's... Jennifer Hudson's...

Man, if you write music— call me. That's all I have to say about that. I am ready to do this biz. I just sat there and watched as young Kelly tried to be a pop star. She wanted to look and act just like one, sound just like one. The best part of her show was when she talked in between the songs and you could get a sense of her adorably naive southern girl side and you couldn't help but fall in love with her. I'm not saying she is not talented or a decent performer, all I am saying is I don't want to have to go through Simon to rock to my own beat... and that's all I want to do: rock out. I would love nothing more than to have a stage, awesome lighting, wicked band, and just rock out to great music that tells you who I am. Is that so much to ask? Guess dreams are for rookies. Lucky blond chicks who never worked a day in your life though... here- you can have this life on this silver-lined platter that is just waiting for you in your chariot, I saved it for you.

But anyway- I'm not bitter. The concert was fantastical. The live-ness is key I think. Having them there in person, (the point of the concert I assume) with all of the sounds and lights and fun things they say as they go... I mention lights because that day I set the lights for my show and with the help of a designer friend I hafta say: they are quite awesome. (Maddi I dearly hope you are tracking the use of awesome here.)

I think it was the best first concert to go to. I say this knowing that you are laughing at that. How could I say that with only one under my belt? Well, because. They thanked me for being there, Joe did, and Jay did, and then Gary did... they were all so grateful of the blessing it is to do what they love and they recognized their fans as their dream realized. (ooh.. that sounds cheesy and trite, but I swear it was tasteful.) They are good married guys, who have followed a dream and done what they wanted to do... I respect that... and quite frankly, envy that.

See... I am green.

Thanks March already for the good times, and the put-you-in-your-placeness that I need to remind me where I go.

Calm down Steph, awesome pictures will come as soon as I get them...

wanna hear a secret?

something that i love that is green:

my green ipod.



















what am i listening to right now on that little device-o-lerv?

these guys.
















why? oh cause maybe I am marking something off of my new year's goal list on Friday!!!

thank you meghan (former awesome roommate) for thinking of me while being a part of the fan club. honestly, i think i have never been to a concert only because i always felt that i didn't know the group well enough to go and be with those that were... like i would be pretending to be one of the fans, when really i was a "yeah, i guess i kinda like em" fan. well i will admit—i happen to be a HUGE fan!!! i will let you know how this "first" goes.

the countdown is on...