The good 'ol days of 2005

I miss when all of my friends used xanga and I was ignorant to any other web community.  Yes, those were the good 'ol days of about 2005. 

I miss the fact that on xanga, I had a reasonable amount of friends: around 40, and maybe 15 whose xanga pages I checked regularily (yourself included).  Now I have some 350 friends on facebook, some friends who STILL only swear by MySpace (which, I'm sorry, looks like a terrible mess advertisements and multi-layered backgrounds, which is not at all pleasing to look at), plus random blogs to check and no clear purpose when I get online anymore.  It used to be simple:

1. Write a xanga post.

2. Add a picture to boost comments.

3. Check other people's xangas and leave notes.

4. Check my xanga for comments.

DONE. 

ahhhh

home again

About three weeks ago I realized that I hadn't seen my dad since Christmas, and that I had spent a grand total of five hours with my mom in the same amount of time.  So I made it home, if only for a day and a half, to change that little scenerio.

I've never been the home-sick type of gal... I remember thinking everyone on my missions trips who missed home were out of their minds, because it's hard to enjoy every detail about the situation you're in if you're consumed with thoughts of a place that you're not.  But I'll tell you what... I missed my family MUCHO!

As much as one day can fill you up, I'm all filled up, and the site of East Paris Road in Kentwood was a welcome one when I returned today.

Tell me how you are.

JN

Green Easter

(to the tune of White Christmas)

I'm dreaming of a green Easter

Just like the ones I used to know

Where the sun is shining

And you don't hear whining

From folks, fed up with the cold

(the cold!)

I'm dreaming of a green Easter

With ever snow glazed road I drive

May your days be sunny and seventy-three!

And may all of your Easters...be green

-joy