I’ve been waivering back and forth on the whole Twitter exposed thing.  I know that sounds stupid.  But there are times where I’ll be called on the carpet about something I’ve written.. or .. Tweeted.. Twit?.. anyways.. and I immediately lock it down.  But in reality?  That’s not the medium I use Twitter as.  If I’m private, then people have to request permission to read my Tweets.  And frankly?  I have nothing that I regret saying, so why should I care if anyone and their brother reads it?  Cause, you know, if they don’t like it?  THEY COULD JUST.NOT.READ.IT.

And I just LOVE the open community of Twitter.  I love following streams of people.. it’s how I’ve found most of the people I follow.. just hopping from @ reply to @ reply and learning about other users.  And if I get to one that I can’t read?  I write them off.  Sorry, but signing up for Twitter and then locking your shit down?  Dude, that’s not what the medium is for.

My humble opinion, obvsly.

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Secondly, new post up over at Bodies in Motivation where I discuss celebrating the small victories in life.  ALSO, it talks about this fabulous idea of AndreAnna’s to keep ourselves accountable through a Flickr pool.  All about it, dude.

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After having a fabulous lunch with my sister today, I went and seriously lusted over EVERYTHING at Mod Cloth.  If you don’t love most of those clothes, well, have your eyesight checked.  They are pure cute with a splash of cherry pie.  I especially love their accessories.  And dresses.  Hell, I love everything there.

And Ann Taylor Loft.  Their stuff is such great “staple” pieces that I could easily sink several hundred dollars there and be outfitted for the next several years.  Of course, that means I’d look really snappy at my divorce proceedings, cause my husband would NOT go for me sinking hundreds there.

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I’m feeling very meh about So You Think You Can Dance this season.  Which is depressing me.  There’s been MAYBE one routine a week that just blows me away, but more often than not, it’s just one routine that I don’t hate as much as the others.  The one exception thus far was “The Butt Dance” by Mia Michaels, featuring my favorite Evan (I kinda know him.. through, like, the Kevin Bacon game!!) and the one dancer that has curves, Randi.

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Lastly, I leave you with this.

Bryan had to leave town this week to do some business in HotLanta, and this morning, while I was getting ready in my bedroom, I heard Tony’s little voice coming from Jack’s room saying, “DaDa! DaDa!”

“No, Tony,” I called from my mirror. “DaDa is not here. You’re in JACK’s room. JAAAAACK.”

But he continued. “DaDa! DaDa!’

I finally gave in. “ALRIGHT, DaDa! What are you talking about?”

And he waddled in with this.

“Ohhhh,” I smiled. “Well, yes. This IS DaDa’s.”

“DaDa! Jewwwwwwce?” he was so proud.

I think Bryan may have a slight addiction. Then again, Tony can’t reach the wine fridge, so he couldn’t do this with Mommy’s jewwwwwwce.