I’ve believe that I have spoken with you before about my little Twitter addiction.  I am a master Tweeter, people. Most folks don’t understand the fascination.

And I don’t care.

I’m kind of tired of trying to explain it to people who refuse to open their minds to new experiences.

Wait a minute.

This post is not going the way that I planned.  It is not about complaining.  It is about learning. More specifically, what I’ve learned this week. (As part of a weekly series hosted by Musings of a Housewife.)

This past week has been one of the most stressfull in my entire life….No worries. I survived. (Albeit, barely.)

Throughout the week I wasn’t able to participate much in my social medial life or even chat it up with real life friends and family.  I felt a little displaced, actually.  But despite that, I learned something valuable from my Twitter pals… LAUGHTER.  In the midst of all of the craziness, I would pop in and out of conversations and just a laugh out loud at the wit flying back and forth.  LAUGH OUT LOUD. I don’t know about you, but that doesn’t happen to me very often.

My Twitter pals taught me how to open myself up to laughter in the midst of what seemed to be a terrifying week.  The smile hasn’t left my face yet.

Quote of the Day: “I’m here to live out loud.” – Emile Zola

I’m participating in a pretty interesting blog carnival called What I Learned This Week.  (Hosted by Musings of a Housewife.) I’ve been stalking checking it out for awhile now and instead of waiting until I had something profound to say, I just decided that I might as well jump right in.

DISCLAIMER: Please bear in mind that I totally have ADD and these are ALL OVER THE PLACE. I know, I know…

I have just come to terms with the fact that I will never ever, for as long as I live, EVER remember to put the cap back on the toothpaste. I don’t know why this is impossible for me, I’ve just accepted it. My husband must love me a lot.

I have also learned that my children are fearless in the water. Just yesterday the little guys were wearing floaties and swim diapers. Now they are jumping off the diving board into eight feet of water.  When the hell did that happen?

I can run, weight train and cardio myself to DEATH but if I don’t control the things I put into my mouth I will never keep my weight in check. (Excuse me for a moment while I have a mental rant… @#@#$%&*!!!)

I MUST attend Blogher 2010. To my dismay, I found myself following every blog post leading up to this year’s event. I obsessively monitored the attendees Tweets and Flickr photos. I checked out the live blogging. As much as I tried, I couldn’t help but be supremely jealous of all of the bloggers and their camaraderie. I will be there next year if it kills me.  IF IT KILLS ME! Hmmm, perhaps I should inform the hubby?

And lastly, I  learned that friends are a precious and fleeting gift. Cherish them while you can.