I’m officially addicted to twitter. This is why I stayed away from it for so long. I just knew I was going to get myself in trouble. I’m still figuring it out and don’t follow many people yet, but it’s already a giant time suck.

Prompting my husband to ask me the other day, “What are we going to have for dinner, facebook with a side of twitter?”, when I informed him that I wasn’t going to be able to make it to the grocery store. Again.

The lack of blogs and lack of doing anything, really, the past two or three weeks has been due to a bout of what I’d like to call “hibernation”. Like lazy, but up a notch or two, with a dose of the blahs. My hibernation was like my Fat Tuesday, except a few weeks long. It was full of overeating, drinking, twitter, facebook, BSG, and not leaving the house. I even skipped Mass last week. During Lent.

Speaking of Lent, Jesus is probably all kinds of pissed at me. You remember the stuff I promised to do every day? I did it the first two days, and haven’t done it since. Oh, that’s not even the worst part. You remember that I gave up restaurants and take-out? Well, I cheated on that, too. Twice. In one day. And once was for McDonald’s. McDonald’s. I feel like a cheap, dirty whore.

Blah. I’m so ready for it to be spring… a good time to make some changes.

~ Like following my IBS diet and not eating food that I know I shouldn’t.

~ Like losing the 12 pounds I’ve managed to gain since November. I weighed 137 this morning, and I want to be 125. So, I’m going to try the simple plan of working out, eating less bad things, and eating more good things and hope it works before bikini time.

~ Like not obsessing about my bbt and my opk results and various other conception related acronyms and just enjoy the fact that I get to have a lot of sex with my husband. In fact, I have to.

~ Like not obsessing about how I can’t find a job.

~ Like just filling out the paperwork for the fertility specialist even though it’s rude, invasive, and annoying, so we can get our super expensive appointment to talk about all the uncomfortable things they will be doing to my ladyparts. Because it’s going to be awesome.

~ Like putting more effort into this blog. Hence my recent twitter addiction. Several people recommended it to me for its addictiveness blog promotion capabilities. I thought I would just repost my facebook status updates and post links to my blog. Oh, was I wrong.

Yesterday I installed TweetDeck, which organizes all your tweets and replies and has a search function that will alert you when anyone tweets about certain topics. Like GhostHunters, BSG, Lost, or… Taylor Lautner. For example.

You know how they have those cute little tickers that pregnant ladies use to show how far along they are, or parents use to show how old the baby is? I think this blog needs a ticker counting down to Taylor’s 18th birthday.

Anyway. My husband got me a book a while back that I finally read last week: No One Cares What You Had For Lunch: 100 Ideas For Your Blog At first I was a bit put off like, excuse you? Hundreds Dozens of people stop by my site every day to read exactly that sort of lame shit about my life. But then I realized he got it for me because he believes in me. Awww.

So I read it, and it was actually quite helpful, useful, fun to read, and I plan to do some of the things it suggests. Including putting more effort into reading, and commenting on, other blogs, and finding more people to follow on twitter.

Now when Jerrad is all where’s my dinner and why are you still screwing around on twitter, I can be all, I’m working.

Tags: Blogging, facebook, Life, twitter

This entry was posted by Cathy on Friday, March 13th, 2009 at 11:52 am and is filed under Being Catholic, Healthy Living, Laziness, Marriage, My Stupid Uterus, Social Media. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.