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Caution: The Twitter twit is tweeting
I have not had the slightest desire to ‘tweet’. But, I have been coveting the little Twitter boxes I see here and there. I wanted one.
I also knew for sure I was not going to add a Facebook box to my blog.
I’m old school. If you’re my friend on Facebook, either
a) We’re related.
b) I have spent actual time with you and like you
c) I have seen you naked
or
d) You were deemed worthy of reading my unedited status updates and are among the few, the proud, ‘the trusted’.
I do not accept every friend request I get. I see some and think “who the hell IS that??” Then I see some and think “I know who you are … and, no thank you.”
It’s not mean! I am selective!
We know by now that I speak first and think later. My friends understand this.
Although – of late – I am having to keep my mouth shut about some wonderful things, and it’s killing me softly.
Anyway, there is some anonymity here – and I can be just as random and silly and anonymous on Twitter.
Bottom line, (see, I still reign as Tangent Queen) – I wasn’t about to set up another Facebook account just for my blog.
I succumbed to peer pressure and figured a Twitter account would be a great addition to the blog.
I could have the cool ‘follow me’ box and another venue to show off a naked mole rat. Only … my naked mole rat wouldn’t fit in my damn profile box.
Just the first of many Twitter obstacles in Debauchery Soup’s path.
I think I’ve mentioned I research. I research the hell out of things. I wasn’t about to just start Tweeting away without knowing what things do and why they do them.
My first google search?
No, seriously. I had to google when and how to hashtag!
And much to my surprise, you can’t just go hash-tagging randomly!
You can’t.
It’s sort of like tagging on here.
God forbid I #debauchery and end up in some category with wild orgies and girls gone wild!!
Did not know that about the #. Now I do.
Followers … I only have two so far. One is one of my favorite bloggers on WordPress, and the other is one of my favorite people. So, I’m good with that.
This is not about numbers – this is about having that little box on the right hand side of this page you’re reading – let’s not forget.
I wanted the little box. I now have one. 🙂
I figured out how to ‘@’ ! My Twitter feathers ruffled with pride.
Now if I could only figure out how to fit my Mole Rat into my profile, I’d be golden.
Checking accounts and cupcakes
Gawd. One minute you’re waxing poetic about your child entering a new phase in their life, then you come home from work to him draped over his girlfriend on the couch.
Earlier, he stopped by my place of employment after school and we ended up going to the bank to open a checking account for him. You KNOW I regretted not having my camera on me. Another milestone for the scrapbook. Two major events … in one day. How much more could a future-cat-lady mom handle?
On my way home I popped into the store for dog food and got him a ceremonial cupcake to honor his big day. 🙂
(I figured I’d do the big cake thing on Tuesday, when he dons his cap and gown.)
He proceeded to find said cupcake. “For me??” I grinned, “Yes, for the last day of school.” I was feeling all warm and fuzzy at the joy in his little eyes.
My heart swelled as he reached for a knife and cut it in half. Awwwwwwww!
Then scurried off to share it with his lady.
Pfffft.
It’s all happening so fast!!! Checking accounts, girlfriends – not sharing cake with me!
So I’m alone with the dog – and it’s Friday night … Okay, if I’m being honest, the dog isn’t even that interested in hanging out with me. Probably she knows I’m a future cat lady and is mulling that prospect over.
So anyway, I’m getting yet another glimpse of my Life After Child. Lac. Very close to Lack. Coincidence? I think not.
I suddenly live with an adult who is out of school.
Holy cow.
And I’m posting stupid ecards on Facebook in between vacuuming and wondering whether or not to put my pajamas on yet.
I don’t know how ‘Amanda’ yet.
It occurs to me, this is going to be a transition for us both. Me, learning how to pull myself from his gravity field, and him … learning I still want to be offered half a cupcake.
Debauchery Soup 