How Twitter Killed My Blog

So, you may have noticed.

It's been pretty much *crickets* over here.

I was looking back over my blog and realized something.

The waning of my interest in blogging coincides with something.

My introduction to Twitter.

Yep.

I am a full blown Twitter lover.

It's so quick.

So easy.

So engaging.

It used to be that I would think of something I wanted to share with you guys.

I'd write a blog post.

Now, I just tweet it.

I guess some could argue that a tweet is not as fulfilling as a blog post.

But it does offer something I love.

Instant Gratification.

Instant Conversation.

With the blog, I have to write the post, wait for you to come on over, read, decide to leave a comment.

Then, if I want to return the comment, I have to head on over to your place and read your entire post and comment.

Over on twitter, we are chatting right away.

And if you think of @ replies like comments, well, then, I am getting my feign satisfied.

Plus, while over 400 of you follow this blog, over 4,500 of you follow my tweets.

You do the math.

For someone like me who enjoys being heard, twitter is my crack.

I know some of you are thinking that tweeting doesn't improve your writing skills or allow you to put forth your thoughts the way a blog post can.

I beg to differ.

Twitter may actually improve your writing skills.

When you have to get something across in 140 characters or less, and you do it successfully?

Now, that is good writing.

And, some of you might say that twitter won't foster the connections that blogging does.

Again, I must disagree.

I chat with @mamakatslosinit @lula34 @mindlessjunques @buriedwithkids @lemusingsofmoi and so many MORE people than I ever did just through blogging alone.

Plus, Twitter can help your blog. Yep. More people to know and communicate which means more people to read your stuff.

In fact, I'll be tweeting a link to this post.

I am certainly not making the case for dropping your blog and running to twitter.

It's not for everyone.

Remember, I am not a writer.

I am a talker who writes.

Twitter offers me the ability to "talk" with my keyboard.

And, I am not saying that I am done blogging.

What I am saying is, if you are truly interested in what I am up to and want to connect RIGHT NOW....

You can find me @SITSGirls

Photoshop Actions- Free!

Okay.

I am in LOVE with this FREE photoshop set of actions!

It whitens teeth, brightens eyes and smooths skin.

Took this:




to



And, now you want to know where you can get it, right?

Now, Rita, of Coffe Shop is CRAZY generous and has listed a ton, and I plan on trying them all, but the one I used for this shot is called "Powder Room 2".
{It's down towards the bottum under "Retouching".

You do need minimal knowledge about layers and such, but I mean minimal- AND, this can be used in Photoshop elements, which is a bit more tricky of an installation, but doable.

{I must thank my friend, Carissa for turning me on to this site!}

Enjoy!

Christmas Cookies. And Martinis.

Powered by Whrrl

Do you use Whrrl?

If not, you should check it out- so easy to upload pics- just drag and drop.

Plus, it can send your story to facebook and twitter- great way to use social media.

You don't need to join to check out my story, I made it public.

Just click on it!

A Dynasty. Really?

So the remaining Jackson brothers have a reality show coming on soon.

"The Jackson 5. A Dynasty."

Really?

Dynasty seems a bit strong, doesn't it?

I mean, when I think dynasty, I think Mao's Dynasty.

The Kennedys.

Maybe the 1991-1993 Chicago Bull's Basketball team.

But if we are going to call the Jacksons a Dynasty, I've got some issue.

So, the Jackson 5.

Good band.

One stand out member.

Micheal.

He becomes a star, a legend perhaps {NOT a Hero}.

His sister Janet, also incredibly talented, power player in the music biz, big star, for sure.

So, if all it takes is TWO siblings "making it" to warrant the title of "Dynasty", then we have quite a few more among us:

If the Jackson's are a dynasty, then the Osmonds are most certainly a Dynasty.

And, I'd say the Baldwin's beat the Jackson's for famous siblings.

Hello, the Jonas Brothers, of course.

Mary Kate and Ashely qualify.

So do Candice and Kirk Cameron.

Hanson.

Oh, and what about the Lennon Sisters?

Or, Frank and Sylvester Stallone?

Oh, and then we have Jessica and Ashlee Simpson.

And, Paris and Nikki Hilton.

Owen and Luke Wilson.

Um, hello, Brandy and Ray Jay are totally a dynasty.

Emilio Estavez and Charlie Sheen.

The Phoenix Family boasts the talents of River, Joaquin and Summer.

The Arquettes, no question.

I'm sure I could go on and on.

I have to say, it really bothers me that members of the Jackson Family have decided to use the attention brought on by the untimely death of their brother to increase their own fame.

I am not interested in the goings-on of anyone who names their son, "Jermajesty."

Period.

You?

Liar. Liar.

Things I say that make me a liar.

"I'm just going to run into Wal Mart real quick."

"I'm happy to help."

"I'm not really into vampires."

"No problem, I've got time."

"Yes, I made it from scratch."

"So good to see you."

"I'll be off the computer in a minute."

"I'm 32."

"I'd love to play xbox with you!"

"I am so happy for you."

"I couldn't eat another bite."

"You have a lovely home."

"Winning isn't what matters."

"Bless her heart."

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

Your turn.

What make you a liar?

Merry SITSmas!

From my family to yours..... Merry SITSmas!

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

I hope each and every one of you has a holiday full of love, laughter and joy!

Here is fabulous 2010!

xoxo,

Tiffany

The Truth.

Remember when I wrote this anguished post about The Boy believing in Santa?

It's happened.

The Boy knows.

Knows the truth.

The truth about Santa.

Sigh.

We made it 9 years.

Sigh.

It went down like this at 4:34PM on 11.30.09.

The Boy:"I think I want another Star Wars Light Saber". {The $100 that actually light up}.

Me: "Um, from who? You already have 2, and you are asking for a dirt bike."

The Boy: "Santa."

Candy Man: "You need to ask your friends about Santa Claus." {Candy Man thought he should've known last year.}

The Boy: "Wait. You guys buy the stuff from Santa?"

Me: "What do you think."

The Boy: "No, you don't."

Candy Man: "Let's think about this for a minute. You really think a man travels around the world delivering presents?"

The Boy: "So Santa is not real. I kind of thought so."

Long Pause.

The Boy: "So, the Elves- they aren't real either."

Me {on the verge of tears}: "No."

The Boy: "Then why do adults try to trick us with the books, the movies, the stories?"

Me: "Well, its all about the spirit of Christmas and giving. It's fun to see kids get s excited."

Me: "Are you sad?" {Fearing we have traumatized him for life.}

The Boy: "Yes."

Pause.

The Boy: "Now that I know it's your money that means I can't ask for a car."

Clearly, he is devastated. ;)

Party Like I'm turning 35.

I am turning 35.

In a few months.

Not a big deal, really.

But, I do want to celebrate.

Big time.

Candy Man agreed to a party!

I know.

I can't believe it either.

Drinks.

Dancing.

More Drinks.

And, instead of presents, canned goods for charity.

I'd love some good appetizer, dessert or drink recipes.

I'd also like to know how you celebrate.

What's you idea of the perfect party?

Any fabulous parties you've been to lately?

Do tell.

One Mom Blogger

Yep.

That's me.

I went and bought myself a dotcom.

Easy to remember.

Will come up in search engines.

I like it.

And, I'll be making that change to Word Press.

Ladies, it's fantastic.

The pageviews over at SITS have increased dramatically in just 3 days.

Why?

The layout.

Instead of scrolling, you click.

The more clicks.

The more pageviews.

Plus, it has all these cool ways to tag your posts.

Awesome SEO plug ins.

Don't worry, not much will change here.

But, if you want to update me in whatever place you keep my blog address, please do.

I am now www.onemomblogger.com

Dreaming Oprah.

"Oprah in my dreams
As real as it may seem
It was Oprah in my dreams"

So that was little play on Debbie {now non as Deboarah} Gibson.

You're Welcome.

Anyway, on to "Dreaming Oprah".

The other night I had a dream about Oprah.

I don't remember much except I was REALLY excited to talk to her and she was super nice.

But, that's not what I want to talk about.

I want to talk about the actual act of dreaming Oprah.

It's not like I watch her show regularly {although I am DYING to be on it}, so why am I dreaming of her? Why is she in my the deepest part of my consciousness?

It must happen to lots of people every night.

But how many?

What is she doing in their dreams? Skiiing, Cooking, Stripping?

Yesterday, I tweeted,

"I am formulating a post about dreaming of @Oprah. I think it happens more than we realize."

And, within minutes, I got this tweet from IndieBizChicks:

"@SITSGirls I wrote a blog post on a dream I had with @Oprah in it before… http://hw4bd.th8.us"

Seriously? People are not only dreaming Oprah, they are posting about it!

I went to go buy DreamingOprah.com- ITS TAKEN.

People, we have a phenomenon on our hands.

So tell me-

Have you ever dreamt Oprah?

If not, do you know someone who has?

What strange popular culture folks have popped up in your dreams?