All Atwitter?

Just when I think I'm all new age with blogging, something new comes up . . . twittering! I'll admit I know very little about it. I don't think it's supposed to replace blogging since I read that twittering increases traffic to your blog. I'm under the impression that it may be some kind of a social network, but it seems to be something easier & less involved than facebook or myspace. Is it a low maintenance version? Who knows? I have read that there's a 180 word limit to a twitter. Would it be interesting? I guess that depends on how it's used since I really don't care too much for a bulletin that someone has gone to lunch or is watching tv. I do plan to investigate this, however. It could be fascinating or just another way to waste time on the computer!

Halloween Hooker

On Halloween I dressed as a punk rock chick for work. Although I had bought a blonde wig with a patch of black hair that looked pretty cute on the package, when I put it on it looked like witch hair. Nothing I tried would tame it so I teased my own hair & added color with eye shadow & blush--this was visible under the lights at work. I used some heavy make-up as well. I put on a mini skirt, tights, boots, a feather boa, & a shiny top. I added lots of jewelry including some large hoop earrings. All of this was fairly effective on Friday morning. As the day wore on though, my hair flattened out some & my make-up wore off a little. I needed to go from work to Adam & Kelly's to see the kids dressed up & pass out candy at their house while they were trick-or-treating. After several trips to the door with candy at their house, I decided it would be easier to just sit outside with the candy bowl. I removed the scratchy boa & put on my jacket. In a few minutes a man from across the street (he & his wife were also passing out candy while their kids/grandkids were out) walked over & struck up a conversation. He thought I looked familiar & in the course of our conversation we discovered that our paths had crossed in college & numerous times since then with our kids' sports. We talked for several minutes before Adam & Kelly returned, & we all went inside. Suddenly I realized that this man may not have known I was supposed to be in a costume. My hair & make-up were not as extreme as they were in the morning; my funky boa was in the house. I think that perhaps I just looked like a cheap hooker! I can only imagine the conversation this man may have had with his wife after talking with me . . . "she seemed like such a nice girl in college--wonder what happened!" He probably thought I was headed for the nearest street corner as soon as trick-or-treating ended.