John Chow dot com is giving away a Market Leverage bag of goodies. There’s a Flip video camera, a $200 Market Leverage Amex Rewards card, a USB drive that is also a pen and an iPod Nano.
This blog entry/trackback is supposed to get me FIVE!!!! entries into the contest and those are all toys that I can put to goooood use.
Yesterday in my “I joined Twitter” announcement, I asked
Right now I have Twitter Tools set this blog set to ping Twitter when I put up a post. I also have it set to pull all my tweets into a blogpost which seems to be a self-perpetuating circle of insanity. (I post to the blog which Tweets “new blogpost”. Tools pulls my tweets into a blogpost. Which then triggers a “new blogpost” tweet. This is the song that doesn’t eeeeeend, it just goes on and on my frieeeend.) Actually just typing that out sounds rather obnoxious but is that how you play the game or whut?
But Alex King, the developer of my deliciously shiny new plugin, anticipated and answered said question in the FAQ that’s posted on the settings/twitter tools page (also known as THE README), I just didn’t scroll down far enough to read it.
(duh)
What happens if I have both my tweets posting to my blog as posts and my posts sent to Twitter? Will it cause the world to end in a spinning fireball of death?
Actually, Twitter Tools has taken this into account and you can safely enable both creating posts from your tweets and tweets from your posts without duplicating them in either place.
So there ya have it. And I have it. We all have it.
The End.
(for now)
She has her permit now, isn't that spiffy?
Today I get to spend $6400! That’s a whole set of new appliances, my lovelies.
Kenmore front load washer (king size capacity plus) $1599
Kenmore king capacity dryer $630
Whirlpool 24 in. Built-In Dishwasher $400
26 cu ft. Fridge – $2650
Convection Microwave – $550
Dyson Vacuum (All Floors)- $500
And delivery charges would probably eat up the remaining $71, don’t you think?
I’m participating in The Millionaire Mommy Next Door’s abundant life spending spree
I joined The Twitterverse today, heaven help us all. (Because I need another social object to ignore, y’know!)
If you are so inclined, I’m (the OH so original) twitter.com/mamasbloggin (PLEASE PLEASE follow me. Please. )
And can someone fill me in on TwitterQuette? Right now I have Twitter Tools set this blog set to ping Twitter when I put up a post. I also have it set to pull all my tweets into a blogpost which seems to be a self-perpetuating circle of insanity. (I post to the blog which Tweets “new blogpost”. Tools pulls my tweets into a blogpost. Which then triggers a “new blogpost” tweet. This is the song that doesn’t eeeeeend, it just goes on and on my frieeeend.) Actually just typing that out sounds rather obnoxious but is that how you play the game or whut?
(The title of this post was originally Assmilating into The Collective. Heh.)
I had one of those blogging brainbombs. I *had* been writing a letter to my eighteen year old self, but man that was weirrrrd. It was hard enough living it the first time, but going through is what made me the batshit crazy strong woman you see before you today.
In other (not-so) surprising news, I woke up headachy and downright grouchy. Snarl at the boys grouchy – even though they’re doing nothing more than Being Themselves. What can I say, it’s starting out as one of THOSE days.
(Ask Holly about my snarls. I’m scary.)
….okay I’m back. I took a shower and sucked down a cup of coffee. And realized that asleep at 1am and awake at 645 makes for a piss-poor attitude.
My Sainted Mama wished me a happy birthday. I popped her the Buddy Christ pose (seen here) and said “Thanks for letting the Dr. pull me out, Ma!”
Her reply? “Feet first!”
Yes, it’s true, I’ve been walkin all over her since the day I was born. *smirks*
My plans for the day include loafing, lazing, and generally being sluggish.
You believe that, right?
Clothes for me, complete with tailoring. And to complete the fantasy, I’ve put all my measurements into the Land’s End “My Virtual Model” to see what would happen when I tried on jeans. Unfortunately (?) I haven’t been able to reproduce my real-life fitting woes on it – it doesn’t matter what size I select, they all look the same.
I’m participating in The Millionaire Mommy Next Door’s abundant life spending spree
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
Today I’m spending $1600 on bookshelves. I have a wall – a large wall. This wall is simply crying out for adjustable shelving, well-anchored (because you know the minute the boys realize they can climb the shelves to get to the top ones, they will).
I’m participating in The Millionaire Mommy Next Door’s abundant life spending spree
I’m buying My Sainted Mama an LCD HDTV. Trust me, it’s an investment in my sanity. She wants one and she spends a generous portion of her day watching TV.
I’m participating in The Millionaire Mommy Next Door’s abundant life spending spree
