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Yada, yada, yada. I see the look on the faces of anyone that I mention twitter to. It is normally met with some kind of snigger, and snort, or some comment of how they have far too much to do to spend time on twitter, or asking why I would want to talk to strangers every day. After that, I don’t tell them I tweet.
Because of the reactions, very few people know that I tweet. My husband and kids know, and they snigger and snort at it. I have two people in RL apart form that who know, and they are fine with it. So much so, that they even know about this blog. If you are reading this, yes, you know who you are. That’s it though. To other people, my twitter doesn’t really exist.
My enjoyment of using twitter is totally founded on the fact that I have met new friends very quickly. These are friends, whom we rarely meet, or hardly know, yet we talk to each other nearly every day.
Pre twitter, it was hard for me to imagine that I would enjoy it so much, or that I would end up setting up a blog, and writing away into the cyberspaceworld. I would like to go public as some of you do, and reveal my face to the world, but I am not comfortable doing that at the moment, so I am doubly grateful for the lovely people who have come into my twitter stream.
My top 5 reasons for tweeting
1 – I have someone to talk to at any time of day. There is always someone on the other end of the keyboard in my timeline now. And that is not just anyone. They are going to be people like me, with kids, with problems, and not pretending that everything in their lives is rosy.
2 – I don’t have the time with special needs in the family to do the coffee mornings, lunch groups, or mummy socialising locally, and twitter offers me the opportunity to mix with both special needs and mainstream mums. I get the best of both worlds, which doesn’t happen in real life.
3 – I am doing something that I would never have done before. Thanks to twitter, I am travelling 500 miles to a place I haven’t been to before, to meet a few hundred other women who have met through blogging at Cybermummy in London.
4 – I found blogging. Through reading some other peoples blogs, and deciding that I needed an outlet to keep me sane, I started blogging last year. I messed up when I transferred across to my own domain and lost it all, so it was start all over again. This blog started in November / December and will take time to build up, and at the moment, I am enjoying having somewhere to splurge. Do I want to take it further, not yet, as it’s fun.
5 – I thrive on the sometimes multiple, fast conversations going on. All those people who join in, all the people helping each other when someone asks for help, and the fact that it keeps me sane.
That’s it from me. I think I have been lucky in that I have not managed to get myself into any twitter arguments. This is the secret though isn’t it. It’s like a little secret society of fast moving conversation followers. The speed it moves in comparison to facebook is astounding.
Thats it from me, and if you haven’t tried twitter, it takes a little time to find your circle, and expand to follow the people that you like. I tried three times before I really got into it. I’ll have withdrawal symptoms on holidays this year !!!!!!
It’s only November, but this is the worst snow that I can remember as an adult. I remember snow like this when I was a child, and that was pretty special for me. All this snow is pretty special for my children as well, because they have never seen snow like this before.
I am not talking a few inches on the ground. I am talking the lab up to her neck in it and the cat refusing to go out because he disappears in it. I have had to dig out two trenches, one for the cat and one for the dog to get out to the toilet. The photos were from yesterday when the snow was about 7 inches less than it is today. My camera is away with youngest son for the day, and hopefully he takes some pictures with it, but I won’t hold my breath.
I have fantastic memories of out sledging as a child, wearing only jeans and trainers, and being frozen to the bone, but refusing to give up. How on earth we didn’t end up with frostbite I have no idea.
Togging up my own children, I have them wearing three layers under a huge jacket. On top of that, I plant them with hats, gloves, waterproof and padded trousers, and furry lined boots to keep out the chill.
And I am STILL worrying about whether they are warm enough outside in the snow.
Eldest yesterday brought home a friend in the afternoon who was wearing only trainers and a pair of joggers and had been out for most of the day. This is a child who seems to be fur coat and no knickers. He has all the latest electronic gadgets and fashion junk, but school clothes that fit, and sensible footwear don’t seem to exist.
This child ends up in our TV room, and really cold, he phones his mum for a lift. She says she will try and get out for him. He tells her that his feet are freezing and that they are sore. She still only says that she will try and come for him. He then gets worried and asks, well, what will I do? Obviously he was stressed out about the thought of putting back on his wet things and having to walk a mile in them.
I would have dug out and defrosted my car and taken him home if push come to shove, and she did eventually appear in her car for him. It does make me wonder if I am too over protective of my children though. I remember having to cope with similar situations as a teen, but my mother did not have a car, and I wouldn’t have been expected to walk home alone in the dark, at night, in the snow.
It doesn’t change my mind though about making sure my children are warm, dry, comfortable and safe, and yes, it might toughen up kids to make them fend for themselves, but I can’t help wondering at what cost.