blogger love

I just got off the phone with Linda, a close childhood friend, after talking on the phone from 9-midnight. THREE HOURS! I'm a phone person when I'm in the mood, but this was a lot. I got into bed, closed my eyes, and couldn't think about anything but her and things we talked about.

So here I am. It's 12:57. I'm sitting in bed next to Ryan who is tossing and turning because the sound of me typing is keeping him up. I can only facebook stalk for so long, so I decided to check my blog. I'm grateful I have this to look at because it's always nice to look on my sidebar and see who updated their blog and read what's going on.

It's fun to read crazy stories of Ryan's cousin Stacy's kids,
and read how Jersey is potty trained going to doggie parties, and before I know it Jen will be posting about how Jersey is getting ready to take her driver's test and can't decide between the pink or blue prom dress (seriously, this girl is growing up so fast!)
and I keep checking to see if Jess posted pictures of her new house yet (HELLO JESSICA LARSEN YES YOU please do that asap k thanks), and her cute dog, and pictures of her friends in Dallas that when I see her and Jed hanging out with other people I get jealous of them because I wish "Parks" and I were there,
and Mandy's poems and pictures that are so beautiful it makes me wish I lived in a movie,
and Katie's life in Arizona that I swear we're living the SAME life when I see her post pictures of her tiny bathroom counter (exactly like mine) and her leaning tower of bedroom throw pillows (exactly like mine), and then I see her perfect eyebrows (I swear she has perfect eyebrows and I hate her for it) and then I'm reminded we're living different lives because my eyebrows are thin and blond and unfortunate,
and I read what's happening in the mind of Bailey McMurdie because it is always insightful (confession: I really don't know what that word means), but I'm sure whatever it means, her posts are always insightful. Wait, I think I know what insightful means now... I swear I'm just typing as I'm thinking right now,
and what the crap kind of trouble baby Kamosi is getting himself into with that crazy head of hair,

and all the other things I read on everyone's blogs. I would so much rather stalk blogger than facebook because I hate looking at my facebook feed and seeing that someone felt uncomfortable watching "The Situation" roast Donald Trump (watch it, it's rough), or that someone I went to high school with and haven't talked to in 8 years is having a bad day. Honestly, I just don't care about that kind of stuff.

So thank you to all of you who post. And I apologize if things didn't make sense in what I said, because it's now 1:21 a.m. and I'm tired and Ryan is snoring so I think I'm going to try to quietly put my laptop on the bedroom floor and not wake him up.