God, The Remote and Lurking

I was talking to my friend the other day and she told me she had to stop reading this here ol' blawg. (I just reminded myself of my dad, saying it that way.) Apparently I talk about God and TV too much and she isn't a fan of either one.

I found this to be pretty funny and an accurate representation of who I am. I loves me some Jesus, I go to mass each week and I'm in a small group study. I also schedule these activities around my favorite shows. Like American Idol. I can't miss my boyfriend David Cook singing to me. Or LOST. Or The Office. Or Wife Swap. Or Samantha Who. You know, just to name a few.

I spent a good portion of Saturday afternoon folding laundry and watching The Real Housewives of New York City. Now while these housewives aren't nearly as disturbing (or depressing) as the Housewives of Orange County, they are still a train wreck.

The wives are social climbers to the extreme. They neglect their children in favor of going to parties, out to dinner or attending the latest openings. They judge each other harshly. I'm not sure how these women can be friends frankly.

They're not as bad as the skanky characters in Sex In The City, but both shows make me think that NYC is full of plastic, empty, sad women with really great shoes. And yet, I cannot look away.

That's probably why I enjoy the blog world so much. I love to write, but I love to read even more. I get to peek into someone's world for just a few minutes and see how they're doing, what they're up to.

Piper started a new job, she's a single mom and she is truly finding herself. Many of her posts make me cry they are so touching.

Amy Beth is the founder of a ministry that focuses on young girls. She's single. She's funny. She prays for rain so she can wear one of her many pairs of Wellies.

Big Mama quit her job and is forging a new life with her family. Which often includes snack cakes and handing out fashion advice.

Rachel's boyfriend is going to Iraq. June moved to a new town, started a new job and admitted she's not really in love with her dog. Shalee's trying to sell her house. Bossy just got back from her road trip. (And she commented here. ) (We feel like freakin' rock stars.) And who doesn't read P-Dub?

It's not just in the blog world where I am allowed brief glimpses into people's lives. When we're driving home at night, I can see houses lit from the inside. Families are doing homework at the table, watching TV, moving around in the kitchen. I'm always so curious about how people live, are they happy, is there something missing? And I love to see how they decorate. Or don't, for that matter.

It seems I have passed this strange curiosity on to my almost-six year old son.

We were parked in front of (The) Home Depot yesterday waiting for Tom to bring out the stuff we purchased. A family was walking toward our truck on their way to the entrance.

Logan said, "Mom, roll down my window so I can hear what they're talking about."

I thought my heart would burst with pride. And I complied. Because I get that need to know about people.




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