I Sold Out

and joined Twitter. I swore I would never do that. I don't get Twitter. It doesn't make sense. What the hell is a hash tag? How do I search for cool Tweets that I want to follow? How do I reach out to YOU? It's like a PC user trying to figure out how to operate a Mac for the first time: awkward and slightly embarrassing. 

You think it should be pretty user friendly, but the reality is that Tweet Leet is a language all it's own. Kind of like your teenager's text messaging.

(Speaking of which, I saw the best Damn You Auto Correct txt the other day. The image below is exactly why I think it's REALLY important for ALL parental units to learn txt leet)



But since I've learned a lot about promotions over the past couple of years and I'm now trying to put those lessons into place here, Twitter was something I just (gulp) had to do. J thinks I'm making too big a deal about this, but that's coming from the guy who solely uses Twitter to catch up on Brandon Sanderson's tweets, along with baseball. I, on the other hand, am using it to connect with people who hopefully have a quirky sense of humor and need to find someone who also thinks of selling their precious snowflakes more than once a day. It's a whole 'nother ballgame.

So, my friends, I am trying this Twitter thing out. If you're a fellow Twit (gawd, is that what they call Twitter users? For that reason alone I'm groaning) I would love it if you clicked that cool little button on the top right corner of my blog and said hey to me. Feel free to offer tips so I don't toss my computer out the window in frustration. Throw me a bone, folks. Help a mother out.

I'm going to try and figure this whole tweet thing out, probably embarrass myself a few hundred times, and try to find some of you. And while I do that I think I'll listen to this song that has been stuck in my head ever since I pushed that "Create An Account" button

Living The Dog's Life

It has come to my attention that I no longer have three boys. I now seem to have two boys and a human looking dog. Fortunately our new "canine" is potty trained. And I don't have to take it out for walks on a leash because if I did, like a good dog owner should, I'd probably have DSS on my porch in an instance.

Soren has decided that he wants to be a dog. What this means is that he walks around on all fours, ruffs at everything, and enjoys sneaking up on me when I'm in the middle of my book, and lick my face. Or my pant leg.

I know all kids go through this phase at some point, but none of them ever LICKED my pant leg before!!!!

Every once in awhile he tries to get us to feed him dinner on the floor. That doesn't fly at my house though. He also tried it at my moms last weekend, When I drove over to pick the kids up, she pulled me aside and quietly asked me if she was supposed to feed him on the floor like a dog as he had asked. I told her no, please god no. Fortunately she thought the same thing and refused.

If it keeps up I may have to start treating him like a dog. No playgrounds for dogs. No Chick- Fil-A for dogs. Dogs are not allowed on the couch and they sure don't get to play with Dad's I Pad!!!! I wonder how long his phase would last then?

I'll Take Random Places To Chill For $200, Alex

Soren tried to get me to close the box on him. He was annoyed when I said it could be considered child abuse and refused.