What I know now: Twitter edition

I thought it was such a cop out when my blog friends left blogging for Twitter, and never looked back.

And then I got involved in Twitter.

I opened a twitter account five-ish year ago, when we were looking for houses, I was pregnant, and continued through back to work after Spencer and my last tweet was about being a new homeowner. I didn’t really like Twitter back then. I didn’t see the point in following celebrities (okay, so I still don’t), and I only followed IRL friends who were way cooler than I was … a pregnant old married house-hunting woman. My feed pushed to my text messages so it was always buzzing but the tweets were never for me, so it was like reading other people’s conversations but never being involved. Another way to feel left out.

Anyhow, so I decided that Twitter was just not for me, and spent four years pooh-poohing the whole thing. Twitter? No, that’s just silly.

Ahem.

Two months or so ago I got back on, met some really fabulous ladies, decided to up and go to NOLA with them in a week (freaking out NOW!) and now I’m fabulously addicted. Which is why I’m never here anymore (although I do have plans for more child-related posts because everyone needs to see how cute the kids were at the pumpkin festival and Halloween) and why I’m also rarely posting on Facebook. A few of my friends used to make fun of me for the amount of status posts I did to Facebook. I never did the diary thing, but I did post snarky comments many times a day. You know what? No one bats an eye if I do that on Twitter.

Well, if they do, I don’t see it.