Part 2, Where I’ve come from…well “from” six years ago, and where I’m going . . . December 18, 2009

Con’t from: “Where I’ve come from”…
I want to mention I have worked for others, however I have always chaffed against it.  I’m just not the type who wishes to be employed.  For some it works.  And works great.  For those like me it doesn’t.  We look for ways to be in charge of our income.  This is what I’ve always done. 

A little bit of me . . . October 9, 2009

I want to talk about me for a minute. Just me. No kids, no business, nothing but me. You know? By nature I am one of those people . . . chatty. Never at a loss for words. Well, let’s say rarely. There are times I have to really strain to say nothing and listen. I mean nothing. Not even, “Right. Right.” I nearly have to chew my tongue off. My father used to say two things: “Theresa you can talk a tin ear off a Jackass” and “Your mouth runs like a Whipporwill’s asshole.” Now, as a child I could picture the ear dropping off an ass, however this Whippoorwill thing. Well that was altogether different. I would knit my forehead and strain to come up with a picture of this creature but in my mind all I could see was it’s back side. For some reason I did associate it to a bird and tonight I verified that that was correct, thanks to google. And amusingly enough it’s a night bird. Hummm, this bird sort of fits my profile. I wonder, what is it’s a-hole like??? Well I tell you this because you’ve got to admit it’s amusing right? But I’ve another reason. And that is to say: my experiences with the internet have allowed me to take condensing words to a whole new level. For the last three years I’ve been working on a book and I have to say that that was where my learning began. However trying to squeeze a load of thoughts that run rampet through my head into a blog everyday and keep it to say 500 words has been more than a challenge. Like using a play dough press and wanting to have those strings come out through the cluster of holes to make strings for hair and stuff. You have to press real hard. For a while there I tried. I promise you, I REALLY tried to hold it there. I would type up what I wanted to say, then delete, and condense with my eye glued to the word counter and I was fairly successful. But the time it took! After awhile I have found I can keep it between 550-650ish words and do this blog in about an hour or a little more, rather than longer. Annnd, yeah there’s those moments when I throw it all to the wind and go over. I know, I know. But I do try…

Now here’s something else, I’m totally intrigued with twitter. You know the format where you’re constrained to a measly 140 characters. HUH! I could see it now . . . if I were able to tell my dad in person that this was something I was going to do and explain the 140 character thing to him, I would be rolling my eyes as I passed him tissue after tissue as he laughed hysterically, gasped for air, wiped his eyes, and blow his nose. And I dare say he would be stomping his foot.

But here’s the thing, I REALLY want to Tweet. I do. I don’t know why, I just do. It’s new, it’s cool, I’m coming to understand it. So, the other day I filled out my profile. You have to stay within 140 characters for your About Me and I did it with, I think, one to spare. My tweet name is: theresajane8, you can go read my profile page and see for yourself. So soon, and I do mean soon I will be regularly tweeting

In summary: All this blogging, web site creating, Facebooking, and more is causing something really wonderful to happen. My writing skills are improving and word conservation is occurring in my daily life as well. Overall. But not alllllll the time. Sometimes I’ve just got to talk . . . . . . . .

Love ya,
Theresa Jane (I’ve decided to start signing with my middle name now)
-watch for my name in the film credits
click on Whippoorwill to see a pic and even hear the call of a Whippoorwill