What do I and a cool party have in common? Sadly nowadays not much, but still who doesn’t like to be included and even attend. So, I had been seeing Facebook and Twitter posts for the past few Sundays for the #Spikedpunch Twitter party that many bloggers I follow have been hosting and attending. With the holidays, it just wasn’t going to happen, so I didn’t even think about it, but then this past Sunday somehow I thought I would check it out for the first time.
Now, the first thing I knew was Twitter moves fast, I mean lightening speed fast, but I I am on there daily and am fast typer on the keyboard, too. Hell, I even took typing in high school. Yes, I am that old that typing class entailed using an old manual typewriter. This was before the times of fancy desktops, laptops and even iPads/tablets.
I hated typing, I really did. I was miserable and truly horrible at it in the beginning of that school year, but then something miraculous happened. I got really good and quite fast at typing. And as much as in the beginning, I was counting down the days that I could and would be allowed to use the correct key on the typewriter in the last or final quarter of that school year, I truly didn’t need it at that point, because I was hardly making any mistakes at all by that point. And by the way, this skill and/or class has served me quite well over the years in subsequent schooling, jobs and even on the internet and social media, like twitter.
Twitter requires speed in reading comments and staying on top of things as I said. Well, I am pretty good at multi-tasking. Look I take care of a 3 year old, 2 year old, a husband, a house and still work from home writing all day and all week long. I have been asked, how I do it all. I still don’t know!!My Twitter Response to The Bloggess!!
So, I thought that for this Twitter party, I would fair Ok. It started out good and even was welcomed by those who I read daily and enjoy. And, I will admit, it was extremely fun and loved reading all the comments of others and did get a few good ones in myself, including to The Bloggess herself, who showed up for a few short minutes during this party. Yes, she was there, but was gone as quickly as she showed up. I mean if you blinked you probably would have missed her. God only knows how I managed to see her comment and even get a reply in, but still I did.
So, I guess I didn’t do badly, but will say this it was 9 pm after a long Sunday with my husband and kids. I started my morning with being in a nice warm shower and hearing low moaning coming from outside my shower door. It sounded like a cat in heat, but only we don’t have a cat!! I opened the door to find Lily staring at me, while whining and moaning at the same time. Kevin came into to retrieve her and found out later she was getting reprimanded by him for not listening, so she had come to find me for sympathy!! Yes, again as most know this is nothing new as far as my lack of privacy in the bathroom goes.The Two and The Mess Is What I Found…
After my not so peaceful shower, I came out to find Kevin in the middle of organizing toys, because we were started to get overrun by them yet again. I mean we had just donated a massive amount of toys last month, but then Christmas and Santa Claus happened. Well, you get the picture, it looked like Toys R Us on crack around here!! But my nice lazy Sunday turned into anything, but this. I spent half of it dealing with toy organization and the other half running errands and making Lemon Chicken that Kevin just had to have.
A quick background, my mother-in-law makes the best lemon chicken, but has been sick for the past few weeks and run down from the weather. Well, her lovely son (Kevin) hadn’t had his fix of this meal, so he called up his mom and made her give him the recipe, which of course he was going to make. But then again, when the time came he did bread the chicken, but then he conveniently gave the girls a bath while I finished up with dinner. And let’s not forget the dinner cleanup, too. Oh, how I used to laugh at the Palmolive Dish Detergent commercials about about having dish pan hands. Yup, I have those now!!
But I digress. By the grace of god, my kids called it an early night and were actually in bed before 9 pm. It was a miracle and I thought to myself that I may actually get to the Twitter Party after all.
I felt like Cher from “Clueless” and was going to get to attend and put in a a cameo at the “Val Party”!! And I was going to use all my quick-witted sarcasm that I have honed over the years of being a wife and mother, too.
And I did as I said make it there, but again look at all I did before it and then tell me how alert do you think I was for this fast moving party? You guessed it, I was slower than Kevin’s dead turtle from his youth, Myrtle!! So, there I was trying desperately to keep up and come up with some witty comebacks and fighting the urge to fall asleep. I kid you not, I was about three steps away from being a narcoleptic and passing out at my keyboard.
In the end, my typing skills, multi-tasking and smart mouth couldn’t fight the losing battle against my tired aging 35 year old self, even if I did do just Ok as I explained earlier here. I am too young to need to go to bed by 9 pm, but then again for someone who never sits all day and can’t sleep past 6:30- 7 am everyday, I guess sometimes tired and sleep have to win out, but I could have lived with it doing this at another time.
Seriously, this is a great Twitter Party and if you get the chance to check it out. The hashtag is #Spikedpunch and it occurs at 9 pm EST every Sunday night on Twitter, I believe. I swear, I will return one of these days, when my nanny, maid and butler don’t have the day off, I can take a shower in peace and I can even take a nap in the afternoon like those who retire to Florida do. Until then, I will be back!!
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