October 10, 2007

Some like it real. . .

Okay, so I was doing one of my girlfriends hair last night (She, by the way, has GOOD HAIR) And we started talking about this whole blogging thing. And she is thinking maybe she's too cynical for the blogging world, or maybe too immature, because sometimes she read other blogs and thinks, nobody's life is that perfect. . .

So, I have a confession. I live vicariously through television. Yes. I still think I'm seventeen somedays. Okay, most days. I watch (with anticipation!) show like The Hills, and Newport Harbor, and Rock of Love, and (oh yes) America's Next Top Model. Not only do I watch these shows, I LOVE these shows. I stay up late, sit on a corner of the couch with my legs tucked under myself, biting my fingernails, cheering Lauren on. Or hoping that Chrissy and Clay can make it work even though she's going to college.

And let me be the first to say, I love my children. I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. . . most days. I have a favorite quote concerning this. "Children are like a pair of shoes that's too tight. She couldn't bear to throw them out even though they gave her blisters."

So, in an effort to appease my friend's doubts, I say, Blog On! with your cynical self. Blog On! with your sarcastic views. Blog On! with you immature, state-the-obvious, for reallio self. Blog On! Blog On! Blog On!

I bid you, adieu!