Hello, dear friends.
I have something to tell you, and I’m a little embarrassed. Okay, a lot embarrassed.
This week, I signed up for Twitter.
Now, I had heard of Twitter. But I never in a million years saw myself actually taking part in it. I mean, the idea of zillions of people randomly typing their thoughts into cyberspace seemed, well, just a little bit ridiculous.
But earlier in the week, *Terry Whalin*, a writing friend of mine, suggested Twittering. I respect Terry, so I decided to at least give it a try.
Before I knew it, I was heading over to *twitter.com* and signing myself up!
Then, I was stuck. I had no clue what to do next. But Terry was kind enough to send along some tutorials, and I got it all figured out. And with the help of Judi, I even got my picture up. And you all know how I am about pictures. And anything online. I’m very challenged in that area.
Well, here is where it gets embarrassing. You see, twittering is actually fun! I can type random thoughts into cyberspace, and perhaps someone will listen. Perhaps no one will listen. But I get to pick and choose whose thoughts I’d like to hear, and they can choose me back, and, well, it’s just plain fun.
I twittered way too much this week. Am already planning a 12-step detox program. And I’ve only been twittering a few days.
But I will keep twittering. Just not quite as much, now that the new has worn off. So, if you’d like to follow me on Twitter (and I’m not suggesting you do . . . please don’t blame me if you become addicted . . . don’t say I didn’t warn you . . .) you can find me *here*.
And on a much more serious note, please be in desperate prayer for our entire town, as the Bulldawgs lost their first game of the season tonight. I’m very emotional (choke!), and don’t wish to discuss it (sniff!). Just please pray. (Sob!)
Love you all! May God bless each of you, over and over!