I didn't get Twitter before. Really, didn't get it. And now I'm addicted. Amazing the how one itouch app can just change your life.
It's like a connection to the world, in 140 keystrokes. It kind of turns me on. No nitty gritty. No idle chit chat. Straight and to the point, even sometimes in a grammatically incorrect manner. Nothing like a fragment to turn a girl on.
But it is changing me. Twitter has awoken the Mother blogger in me and it's taking everything I have to fight it.
I will not post on diaper rash. I will not do it! I swear I have a life outside children...
Oh wait a minute...
Then again, being a Mother brought me to Rio de Janeiro in the first place. I got knocked up with my husband's baby. No, there was never any question.
Anyway, I didn't have health care and I couldn't afford the astronomical amount they wanted me to pay for care. It was such a shame that I was married and American at the time because, if I wasn't, I would have gotten a pretty damn good discount. Those single, illegal Moms get all the breaks.
But I love that story because I get to say that I, an American, had to run across Brazilian borders to give birth to my child in a Brazilian Public Hospital. Hello coolness, I rock your 3rd world country, Public Hospital World!
And I get half my posts from experiences out and about with my boys. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have gotten completely harassed for my circumcision post. Not to mention, my breastfeeding post. People have a tendency of getting creeped out when childless people breastfeed other people's children. Not that I know or anything.
So what to do with all this? I'm thinking I need to find some more randoms to follow on Twitter. Something to break up the game, shake up my life, and fill my head with nonsense. I could also watch Fox News for that, but this girl has standards.
Where does that get you, you ask? Well, you just read a post about basically nothing on a blog that is supposed to be about an expat in Rio who is, in fact, in Maryland visiting family. I'd have to say you got a whole lot of zilch. But at least it was mildly entertaining.
Just a trip down Rachel's Ranting's Thought Process Lane.
So you tell me, what influences your blog?
You have no idea how happy I am to see you on Twitter! Follow all the real people that follow you. Follow who your friends follow. Participate in Follow Fridays (#ff). Soon enough you will have your tribe. Remember Facebook? Yeah, me neither. ;)
ReplyDeleteRachel,
ReplyDeleteI have to say, you are A W E S O M E!!!!
You are our blog's "Madrinha" (God mother), you made the first comment ever on our blog. Heck, you found it before I ever did. Gil had started for me and I was going to check it out, you know, like Danielle's Alexandre "Depois eu Faco" and then Gil told me in a panic that someone had left a comment on the blog he just started...for us... now is like an Itch that we started and can't stop ... :)
You make me laugh every single day you write a post. I love your optimistic positive style. Even when you are mad about something, you are still somehow, optimistic or positive, that is just in your nature.
I am glad I met you here on this wonderful biosphere world.
Now, I need to learn how to tweet and find you there :)
Ray
Oops, darn spell checker, I meant blogsphere, not biosphere!Ha!lol...
ReplyDeleteWe are all just following you, Rachel. - And then I throw in a little gay stuff...
ReplyDeleteWithout anything handheld, I have yet to venture into Twitter. I am forever late to the party.
Morgan, you were my inspiration! Oh wait, still are :)
ReplyDeleteRay, I've always wanted to be a God parent, your blog is the perfect thing for me to spiritually guide ;). You were one of my first commenters and I used to love to play a mental game of Who in the world is Ray! Now I get to get to know you and I like it!
Jim, blogs wouldn't be blogs without you! The Grandmaster of Rio blogs. You need to get on Twitter!!