The Fullness of Life: TWICKED INTO TWEETING ~ 5/21/09

So there ya go. I'm on Twitter. I succumbed to the pressure and am now slinging out 1-2 sentence witticisms about my moment-to-moment thrill ride of a life with the best (worst?) of them. I'm still unconvinced... I have this nagging suspicion this is just an ego thing. It's like a race to see who can come up with the most self-centered form of social networking -- "Hey, check ME out, I just got out of bed!" "Hey, check it, I just brushed my teeth!" Cool. Does anybody really care? Well... I guess we'll see (I've added a link -- see picture to the right in the blog sidebar). You are officially invited to 'follow' me!

I think my mom summed it up best when I invited her to 'follow.'

"Twitter?" she said --"Tweets? That sounds pretty wimpy Josh." Love you too mom.

YOU KNOW YOU'RE A HUNTER WHEN...

you paint you car camo cause you might want to do a drive by on that herd of deer.
You think camo clash necessitates shopping for new clothes, and should in fact get its own line item in the budget.
Your idea of lingerie is 3D Advantage Camo jammies.
You try to convince your wife to pay for your license/tags out of the grocery budget
You say something sweet to your wife and she asks where you think you're going hunting this weekend.
Someone sits on your couch and you have to tell them to watch out for the bear head.
You 'subconsciously' schedule trips to the zoo in order to get an idea what something would look like on your wall.
You see a sign that reads "SHEDS" in Home Depot and delightedly wonder when they added a sporting goods department.
/If you laughed at that last one...
Your favorite Italian meal is "Buck-ghetti"
You catch yourself wishing Yankee Candle carried 'gunpowder mist' in their yearly Autumn catalog.
You crimp spent shotgun shells onto your Christmas lights to add "character."
Your wife finds a stack of hunting magazines hidden under your mattress.

TWICKED INTO TWEETING ~ 5/21/09

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