I’m just updating. Don’t really have an idea of what to update about. I think I need bionic wrists. And one of those ball-chairs. That’d be cool.

I was also thinking about registering our wedding at Canadian Tire. Sounds weird, I know, but man, Debbie Travis’ dishware is so sexy. I love it! XD

And they sell other home-stuff, too. Just not enough. >__>

Anyway, been thinking about the wedding a lot lately. I’m trying to figure out what to do, if we’re going to have it here, or if we can encourage Julia and Carson to let us use their house. I would just feel terrible if anything happened — like we ripped up their grass or something. I’m know, we’re not really having “THAT” kind of party where ripping up grass is the main event, but chairs or just people walking on it could kill it.

Grass is pretty resiliant, though. As proven by the “Planet Earth” series on Grasslands. Yeah, I know, weird that I watch educational DVD’s, eh? Is it freaking you out? Freaks me out.

I think of everything as for the future, such as: “If we do this, how will it affect our kids,” or “We should get these DVD’s because then our kids will have something educational to watch.” I’m becoming more responsible without really being a parent yet. I think Brent’s getting sick of me saying things like: “When we have kids…” and “We should stop this *holds up giant list of habits* before we have kids so we don’t mess them up!”

I think I’m more nervous than anything to be a parent. I’m not even pregnant yet. I’m just worried I’ll screw it up hardcore-style. And no one seems to be supporting Brent and I for wanting kids. It hurts to know that some friends think that I’m too stupid, irresponsible, lazy or ignorant to have kids.

It’s too bad that those friends don’t really know me. Or that they pretend they do, but honestly, Brent is the only person that comes close to knowing who I am, how much I struggle and how hard things are for me.

No one else seems to really care. They just pass judgement: “Steph’s out of work, she sits at home and does nothing. She’s a slacker, a lackadaisacal ignorant bitch that we can judge and make fun of behind her back.” I’m starting to realise that some people don’t grow up. They don’t stop being “in highschool,” where it’s “the in thing to do” to talk behind people’s back and pass judgement so you can fit in with the “cool kids.”

I thought I was past this stage with my friends. I suppose I’m not.