Keeping a blog updated is harder than I thought.
It's supposed to be original, witty, entertaining and very clever at the same time, in short, it is meant to always show you from your best side so that people will be impressed.
But, the terrible chore of finding a subject!
This time I took the easy way out and asked the Mimosas to inspire me. This blog is, after all, about them.
Sara said, "Write about the significant others in our life and how they react to us hanging out here on Twitter all the time."
Huh? Significant others? Well yes, husbands, boyfriends, the like.
And while she said that I glanced over at my own "DH" who was busy reading his mySpace comments and mails and chatting to a friend who lives at the other end of the city on msn and in between asked me what the Captain had said again to make me laugh.
"A lack of rubber gloves," was my reply, because she had prepared jalapenos with her bare hands and was suffering from the repercussions.
"Don't touch ANYTHING!!!" someone advised her when the Captain said she was going to have a shower, which resulted in another deluge of humorous, biting or kind comments, from each according to her character.
I promised to have a go at her produce seller next summer.
She does not have a significant other, the Captain was pleased to let us know, but did her cat count? Because the kitty sure has an opinion about hours spent on the internet.
Blue's DH must be a little bit like mine: too lazy to twitter himself, but curious enough to let her read out selected tweets to him. A Twitter lurker.
Pea's DH ("The Ken Doll") is glad she has found like-minded company via twitter with whom she can talk about crafting, sewing, the arts and music to her heart's delight.
Sara's husband does not think we are "real people", and he does not like her to spend time talking to us.
Well, "really"? So is there a thing like "unreal" jealousy, and why waste energy on it then anyway?
How unreal, I ask you, can a jalapeno be that gets handed around all over the US for laughs, starting out in DC with the Captain and for some obscure reasons ending up in Los Angeles and messing up Moe's laptop (and why, tell, oh CaliMoni, does your laptop melt once the word "peppers" turns up on its screen? Very scary!!!)
And on it's way to LA (NICE song btw.) it swept up the dust under Pea's bed and got rolled up in bacon and stuffed with cream cheese in Austin. There might have been a detour via the arid steppes of Washington State, but that must have passed me by.
The Poisonwood Bible.
My favorite passage is where the Preacher father tries to get his new congregation to join him in the river for baptism and they look at him as if he's lost his mind. Which, from their point of view, he has, of course, because no one wants to be eaten by the crocs in the muddy water.
This I noticed anyway: every day, among all the chatter and the fun, there seems to be a different, underlying theme to the hours spent tweeting with the others of this group, and the astounding thing is, there always ARE new subjects to talk about.
So maybe the significant others do have reason to feel that spike of jealousy.
But then, they might get off the couch and away from watching car races or rocket simulations or playing chess against their silent PCs or simply snoring.....
and twitter with us?????? Heaven help us, no!!!!!