I Get Twitterpated

I have to admit: Twitter defeated me. This totally messes with my self-image, because I like to think I'm kind of  a with-it techie kind of a gal. Most computery stuff makes total sense to me, and after all I've had an email account since 1986. Yeah, the old kind with a blinking green cursor on a black CRT screen (that's Cathode Ray Tube for those of you born into the LCD era). Yeah, I know that really dates me. Really.

But for some reason, any rationale for tweeting eluded me. I actually did have a Twitter account for the last year, but every time I went there it just seemed like a gigantic cacaphony of people posting senseless things about their laundry or what they ate for lunch. It took a social networking maven to straighten me out and help me to see the light of the Twittery dawn. @juliejulie from the Chubby Mommy Running Club (now coming to a city near you!) is my go-to gal for all things social on the computer. So now I'm a little more dialed in, I get the whole tweeting interaction thing, and if anyone wants to follow me or converse over there in tweety bird land, I'm @Evrymom2Ironmom . Plus there's a new little button on my sidebar. So if you already know the lay of the Twitter land, you can come welcome me, the new kid on the block.