twitter and applesauce

so i opened a twitter account.  i guess you can follow me, or whatever you call it.

@RapnzlRavenhair

i'm still not sure what all the hoopla is, but apparently people need one. something about driving traffic to your online presence. i think i'm good with my blog and that twitter can be an extension. or a reminder to blog, so if people decide to read more there is something here.  but then again, even if nothing has been written, there is still something here. some ONE here.

me.

i'll continue to avoid facebook and instagram and the whatnots. i only have so much time to go around and i'm not convinced that i need a broad online presence.

i have decided that twitter is odd. i'm not sure of the rules or really the best way to use it. i have followed many of my favorite TV shows and some celebrity crushes. also a lot of things that i feel make me smarter like TED talks, museums, etc.

the other day one of my tweets was "favorited" by Mott's. applesauce liked my thought. well, Mott's applesauce i like you too. well, not just YOUR applesauce, but applesauce in general.

i have fond childhood memories of applesauce: eating it plain, eating it with added cinnamon (since there was basically one variety of applesauce when i was a kid and it was APPLESAUCE), eating it on pork chops, eating it with cottage cheese, using it as mix-in for plain yogurt (since flavored is expensive and, hey, 1 of 10 kids), and putting it on crepes.

i am teaching my wee girl to also like applesauce. she mostly eats it out of the single-serving cups. i love and hate the single-serving cups. i love them because we don't eat enough applesauce to warrant the purchase of a larger jar. i hate them because: trash.

but i will keep buying them. because applesauce is the thing childhood memories should be made of.

now, Mott's, don't go stealing that to sell applesauce. because it's not a commercial for you all. it is my personal observation about applesauce.

catch you all on the flip side. or twitter. whichever comes first.

in a better place

things are not perfect. they never will be. i realize this. i have realized this, although it made me unhappy.

however, in spite of that imperfection, i'm starting to feel a sense of equilibrium again instead of a sense of doom. cowboy charming has a list of "things to do" around the house and is taking a break from taking classes. i am taking just enough classes to keep my student loans from going into repayment. on my plate right now: literary theory.

yes, i'm finishing that English literature degree come hell or high water.

i am starting to de-crap the house. this makes my brain feel better. i have found a new doctor. new patient appointment is in May. i am going to see about a mental health referral since i do feel like there is something "off" with my emotional state and thinking in a way it wasn't in the past and i don't think it's just my thyroid.

i still am not sleeping well. i almost feel like if i could get rid of the insomnia a lot of other things would fall into place.

perhaps a mental health referral will help determine the reason for the chronic insomnia.

the wee girl is learning to read and write. she amazes me every day.

i think the wee girl is what keeps me tethered. i can endure anything for her.