Why I…Don’t Tweet

I am old. I don’t tweet. That’s basically it.

I can’t continually look at my smart phone. It’s locked in my teacher desk, while I maintain desperate hope that I’ve remembered to turn off the ringer. I can’t even imagine how embarrassing it would be if I forgot and my phone was tweeting all day. I’m so old I probably couldn’t hear it. Not to mention bad for my street cred as a disciplinarian and buster of illicit phones in classrooms.

Didn’t Al Gore create the Internet so that I could look anything up that I needed to know? And then Mark Zuckerberg made it even easier for me to ask ALL of my friends for help. Why do I need Twitter?

I know more about my grown-up kids than both my parents combined and all of their friends ever knew about me. I like that, but do they? I don’t think they want me to have access to their Twitter lives as well. Facebook is enough disclosure.

Blogger Arik Hanson says that Twitter is a time-sucking black hole. That’s the last thing I need in my life.

If you think I’m missing something, please let me know. It has been known to happen that I’m the clueless one in the bunch.

This post is linked up to the Why I… carnival at Vanderbilt Wife. After reading and commenting on my post, go visit the Wife and read what others have to say!

Why I...

If My Mom Were A Blogger

Today’s post is linked up to Mama Kat’s Writers’ Workshop. After reading and commenting on my post, stop by Mama Kat’s site and check out some other writers’ work!Mama’s Losin’ It


If my mom were a blogger she would be able to convince you that romance novels don’t need overt sex. She always preferred Regency novels that led the reader to the brink but never crossed over. Sorry, Mom, but I just couldn’t resist the photo.

Image via camillereads.com

If my mom were a blogger she would be writing about her beloved Ohio State and its sports teams — and also the Cincinnati Reds. She used to let me stay home from school on opening day to watch the game on television with her (but don’t tell anyone).

Image via nationalsportsbeat.com

If my mom were a blogger she would have had to fight with my dad to get computer time. Once he discovered the magic of the internet, there was no chance for her.

If my mom were a blogger, there would be a healthy competition with the blogs of her daughter and her granddaughter. She is so full of wisdom with a pinch of spice that there would probably be little chance for Jessie or me to win. 🙂 But she would be really proud of both of us (and she still is).

Image via vanderbiltwife.com

If my mom were a blogger, it would probably have led to a book. Before she got sick, she had everything it takes to publish. I wish that she had gotten around to writing the novel about our immigrant family that she always intended to write.

If my mom were a blogger, I would devour every single word she wrote as if it might be her last.

Why I … Still Watch American Idol

This post is linked up to the Why I… carnival at Vanderbilt Wife. After reading and commenting on my post, go visit the Wife and read what others have to say!

Why I...

I have been watching American Idol religiously since the second season. I missed the Justin/Kelly drama, but I was there for Ruben v. Clay and Adam v. everyone. I groaned when Jennifer Hudson was voted off early and I applauded when Carrie Underwood went all the way. I really thought about going to the racetrack to see Lee DeWyze in his “coming home” concert. I’m a fan, and I’m proud to say it.

Most of my faithful Idol-watching friends have fallen off the Idol bandwagon. The lunchroom doesn’t vibrate with the next-day post mortem. I don’t get those emergency text messages expressing shock, amazement, or disgust about Idol performances and results. It’s all ho-hum. Or is it?

As a performing musician myself, I fully realize that there are a hundred equally good or better singers out there in the real world for every contestant on American Idol. That doesn’t take away from the outright miracle that is happening for THESE musicians. We should wish them our best and support their endeavors. They got their chance to make it big, and I don’t begrudge them a single minute on television or a single dollar they will earn. Every musician who makes a living performing live music because of his American Idol connection means that other musicians will continue to be employed, and we know that American Idol has given hundreds of musicians an opportunity that they would never have had without it. Even William Hung is still making money from American Idol.

American Idol has been charged with fixing results, and the cartoon character behavior in the judging booth over the last few seasons has diminished the credibility of the process. This season is different; the diversity of the contestants and their artistry is keeping it interesting. I have enjoyed the chemistry among Randy, Steven, and the luminous Jennifer Lopez. It’s pretty impressive when the singer with the current number one hit on the pop charts tells a performer that his or her song gave her chills. I don’t always agree with the judges, but I feel like there is balance and compassion. Ryan has grown with the franchise and is now a seasoned host who knows how to handle the talent effectively.

The first decade of American Idol has been worth watching and has been good for the music business. It seems impossible that there might be a second decade, but I’m likely to be there for that, too. It’s reality TV that is actually real; all of those contestants actually have to learn a new song every week and then perform it in front of millions of people knowing that immediately following, they are going to be critiqued. There’s not much on television that has real-life stakes as high as that.

Linky Love: Possibly the Ugliest and Most Tasteless Shoe I Have Ever Seen

Are you Too Hot to Trot? This link was too good not to share. My daughter found it and I thought it needed to be passed on. Don’t you want this fashion statement in your closet?

via Small World News Service

P.S. All the proceeds for the sale of these boots at the Cheltenham (England) Festival horse race go to charity. Just don’t give the boots to charity; they may not want them.

Dear Fellow Bloggers: Don’t Hate Me Because You’re Not Perfect

I really want to read some new blogs. If you are a baby boomer who writes with humor about loving your adult children and senior moments and possible retirement and taking care of elderly parents, I want to follow you and share your posts here on my blog and on Facebook. Even more than those things, though, I REALLY want you to edit your blog posts before you publish them.

I know it’s a “thing” with me. I spend too many of my work days cringing at eighth grade writing and I know this makes me crazy when I find editing mistakes in adults’ writing. I also know, however, that you had an English teacher (just like me) who pleaded with you to use the correct spelling of to, too, and two, and begged you to use it is instead of it’s so that you didn’t confuse the contraction it’s with the possessive pronoun its. There’s a reason that the old biddy thought the correct usage of the English language was important. She was afraid that someday you might actually have to write something in your professional life, and lo and behold, she was right! Unfortunately, it seems that you were “absent” on the day(s) your teachers taught you about commonly confused words and agreement.

It’s not that I’m perfect; my darling husband has been known to correct me on my usage of like I said rather than as I said. I even sometimes use my object pronouns incorrectly and say with him and I. I’m really struggling with the “new rules” that allow us to use the plural pronoun they with a singular antecedent instead the accurate but sometimes unwieldy he or she.

Example: If anybody wants to succeed as a writer, they have to know the rules of the game. (This should be he or she rather than they, because anybody is singular.)

I really don’t want to be the grammar police in my online life, and since I’m not at school, I have a choice. I choose not to read blogs with consistent mistakes. I can handle a couple, but more mistakes than that and I’ve moved on to the next cute blog title.

Interestingly, I found a wonderful “grammar police” graphic that I was going to use here, but it was attached to a blog by a writer who said that she was too busy to edit her posts. Her commenters backed her up and basically told the grammar police types (that would be me) to get a life. I am unclear how this post will go over, but I’m pretty sure that my niece, who writes grammar lessons at Vanderbilt Wife, will get a chuckle from it.

Eye wood give my black patten shoos if sumhow yoo all cood go bak and relern thoze lessuns. For now, tho, I will haf too keep looking for a blog that duz not make me wunt to gouj my eyz out.

Header Image: Keattikorn / FreeDigitalPhotos.net