what happened during my twitter break
Now that I type that, I want to go back and a rewrite it “Hi loaves.” As though y’all were bread. Yummy, squishy, fresh-from-the-oven bread…mmmmmmm….
Okay. Getting weird now.
Anyway. Hi. I recently took a Twitter break. There was stuff on Twitter, and people were angrier about it than usual, and I’m dealing with a lot of my own blurglemamjufloobelschnitzen right now, so other people’s helter-skelter emotions were more than I wanted to futz with. So I took a Twitter break and got into a happier place (although the blurglemamjufloobelschnitzen is still very present) and drank tea and did yoga and binge-watched Netflix’s Daredevil, which is cramazing and WHY AREN’T YOU WATCHING IT.
*eyes you suspiciously*
But while I was on my Twitter break, I collected a series of blatherings that I would’ve tweeted had I been tweeting. I shall now share those blatherings with you. I might or might not editorialize upon them as I go. Some of these will appear on Twitter because I want to share them there. It’s my blog and my Twitter account. I can do that.
*eyes you suspiciously*
What Happened During My Twitter Break
I want a nerd cave.
Toddler: What did Donald Duck do?
Me: I’m not sure. I can’t think of where you would’ve seen him.
Toddler: No. I never met him before.
I don’t talk a lot about my faith here. But one thing I’d like to say: “High Church” has done the world a disservice by painting women into a powerless, subservient, subjugated role for the past two millennia. I just read The Day I Met Jesus etc by Frank Viola & Mary DeMuth. Whether you’re a believer or an atheist, this book challenges what you think you know about what the Bible, especially the New Testament, says about women. I dare you to read it and not find something that surprises or even shocks you.
“Women…were the first evangelists.” –@frankviola & @marydemuth
I grew up in a Christian household…and it’s only now, rereading The Voyage of the Dawn Treader as an adult, that I realize the book contains a conversion experience complete with immersion (baptism) for the forgiveness of sins. Forest for the trees….
When you reach behind the couch to unplug your laptop and plunge your hand into a spider web. #no
If you consistently drive 5-10mph below the speed limit, I don’t understand you.
Also, when you speed up as I’m trying to pass you, I am, indeed, talking smack at you from the safe confines of my cafr*.
I am become an hummus addict.
It’s funny how I can tell a European by how she writes the date. 15. 12. 2012. And judging by the 1s, she’s German.
St. Booger and all the saints at the backside door of purgatory, y’all. It’s MORSE code, not Morris. Morris is a CAT, for crying out loud.
I never saw Affleck’s Daredevil, but the Netflix version looks scrumptious. Ahh, Netflix. How can you do this to me? Don’t you understand I have a life beyond your gooey deliciousness?
The business side of writing is not for sissies.
I am trying really hard not to be a sissy.
Toddler: What kind of man are you?
Me: I am no man! …I’m a woman.
Toddler: Are you a mama woman?
Sometimes I forget how to girl. I paint my nails and then go mess with tinfoil. #ruinedmanicure
Toddler dumps milk onto table, pats the puddle: I made my hand!
Me: No. That’s not nice.
Toddler: I made a ghost. I made an elephant.
“I like to have space to spread my mind out in.” Virginia Woolf
I really seriously do need to read more Yeats.
What? What ridiculously delicious and decadent dark chocolate cake? I don’t know what you’re talking about. 😉
I appreciate that she likes to clean things. I don’t appreciate that she intentionally dumps her drink out so as to have something to clean. #toddlerlife4eva
Inability to go back to sleep after waking too early, YAY! That’s my FAVORITE!!!
If you follow me on Pinterest, please forgive yesterday’s overabundance of #Supernatural pins. I’m jonesing to start Season 10. #cantstandit
Toddler: Are you fond of me, Mama?
This is not for you.
All I gotta say is, when H&M opens in Oklahoma City, those clothes had better look European.
Pb&j with a dab of honey in the center. #comfortfood
Some days, when I watch a great show or read a great book: “Wow, I’m so inspired! I’m gonna go write and be awesome like *that*!”
Other days: “Wow. That was such awesome writing. I’ll never be able to write like that everything I write is crap why should I even bother….”
I really thought science would’ve delivered unto me a new set of sinuses by now.
*Yes. My cafr. While I drive, I drink my corffee.