Right after Sommer was born I was asked to help out with the PTA at Ridge's school. I had volunteered for something and been to one meeting. The asker said they needed help with fundraising or membership. I asked her which one would be a better fit for a person who would have a 1-month old baby right when school started. She said fundraising. And I said yes. I did have help. I conned my friend Torrie to do it with me and there was another lady that had a part in it as well during our first year.
I am not good at fundraising. Our pta needed a warm body and I was a willing helper. So this year we headed up the 3rd annual silent auction at the sock hop. Our school community does not have a lot of money in the first place but combine that with the present economic state and that equals a lackluster silent auction, in all aspects. But, phew, now it is over. It has been over for a few weeks now and I'm so glad I don't have to think about it anymore, about being a fundraising vp anymore. This event happened right after the relay race I ran (that I still want to blog about).
And also this was going on around the time of signing up for Twitter. I heard Oprah say today that "this is almost as much fun as Twitter!" So you shouldn't take my word on the phenomenon. Some people are good at it and I imagine that some people are fun to follow. Especially if that celebrity you wouldn't leave your husband for but it would cross your mind if he showed up on your doorstep, happens to be a Twitterer as well (I haven't checked to see if mine is). And if you have a cool phone that has a lot of apps, like a friend of mine, then Twitter could be really fun. A mini-blog. I have enough trouble drafting blog posts in my head while doing the dishes or folding laundry that if I started to Twitter I'd probably go mad with the one liners stuck in my head all the time. Not that they'd be witty, just that length.
Also, did you hear that the real reason Jennifer Aniston and who was that guy, John Mayer(?) broke up was because he said he was busy composing new songs but really he was Twittering all the time to his fans. Now that may or may not be true because I heard it on Wait, wait don't tell me, but I can see how it could cause something like a major breakup. Especially if you are prone to big-headedness, literally and figuratively, as was that musician. Does Twitter make our regular lives seem more exciting? Maybe so.
All this is to say that you might like it. I'll have to catch the next craze.