Tweets for Twits

Every couple of weeks, I try to update my current status from technologically challenged to something that even touches the breath of a goddess of social media. I have to admit, I have more than a long way to go, and I fall embarrassingly short behind the teenager of today. I may know how to keep a blog struggling afloat, but when it comes to the terminology usage of even the youngest of children today, I am floored by their knowledge and baffled by their words.

It brings me back to the days when my pre-digital age grandparents’ faces blanketed with sheer bewilderment, speechless, as they watched from behind as I speedily chatted with friends, tossed the internet slang with strings of abbreviations, and changed the settings on the computer. Us digital natives just had a knack for computers, we grew up together.

Have a Grateful Holiday

In the holiday spirit I will attempt at a blogging transformation, even if slight or temporary. Because let’s face it, I am censorious and a world-class whiner. I tend to have more to write about when it’s something negative or when I am crying from inside a blazing pit of stress and tribulations. When things are good, I can’t seem to come up with words. I choke from the optimism. 

Today, I sat down by the computer, which strangely I have not spent much time on over the past week, and decided a new post was due. This time there would be no complaining about anything, not even about the stupid dog who’s obsessed with peeing on my door every morning leaving an everlasting, lingering stench. It is the holiday season and it is a time to set all the chaotic gift buying down to the side and remember what we have to be grateful for.

What’s on your mind?

You all know that I hate posts that resemble a shared Facebook status. Even though I do, I must do it anyways so that my faithful readers will be patient and return after all the chaos has subsided somewhat.

What’s on your mind?
Crazy town over here.
Nice blogger gave me a shout out.
Can’t train my kid.
Trained my kid.
Non-speaking child knows letters.
I just settled and now I have to move and start again. 

Okay, I will give a bit more details.