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?
