Adventures in the Twitterverse (ft. Mama Winters)

Note: It's currently almost midnight (because I've been up helping my mom with something you shall read about in a minute), so unfortunately my Wordpress troubleshooting issues of the day have to be postponed until tomorrow. I'm sorry about the like/share buttons and the comments - I promise I'm working on getting them up and running again!

Hi lovelies!

Shhhh, don't tell anyone, but I'm kind of multitasking while writing this post. My mother is sitting next to me and I'm (attempting to) coach her on how to use Twitter - and she's oblivious to the fact that I'm writing a blog post on her social media woes at this very minute. To be honest, though, this is kind of an odd experience, considering she's the resident tech whiz (to give you some idea of the stark reality of our household situation, my dad believes that the solution to everything is to turn it off and turn it back on again and my little sister screams whenever her computer refuses to power up in under 30 seconds).

So Mom just followed someone who markets himself as a headhunter for the sole reason that he followed her as well, and apparently she now has a strict policy on following everybody back, even if they're borderline creepy and/or potentially murderous. Also, at the current time she's complaining that this endeavour "requires sincerity and authenticity ... I am now traveling into a magical realm where I have never been before. At least not intentionally."

Update: now she's squealing over the fact that two people retweeted her tweets. (I think she just gets a thrill out of saying "retweet", to be honest. But don't tell her I said that. Her pride would be drastically wounded.)

Oh, wow, I just tweeted about the headhunter incident and one of my followers replied with this. I'm trying very, very hard not to laugh, but I think Mom's too engrossed in trying to figure out how to change her background picture to notice.

To be honest, I never thought someone would call Mom "Mama Winters". She does read my blog, so I wonder how she'll react to that - I'm about 99.9% sure she'll either laugh and dance around and want me to call her that from now on, or ask me how to reply to that tweet so that she can completely embarrass me in public. Which, you know, probably fair revenge, but that's beside the point. I'll keep you guys updated. ;)

Aaaaand now she's worrying about what to write for her mini-bio. We're looking through all the people she follows (which, can I just say, probably one of the biggest shocks of my life so far is finding out that my mother follows Taylor Swift on Twitter. My world will never be the same). She keeps wondering whether she could use any of their bios and edit it a little and call it good. Thankfully, I've managed to convince her that "Born in 1989" would probably not work out very well.

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Uh oh, she's looking at my computer screen and asking what I'm writing about. Okay, guys, I have to sign off now - I absolutely cannot WAIT to see the look on her face when she reads this post. Maybe I'll film it for you. ;) Night, everyone! Wish me luck on negotiating the treacherous waters of the Twitterverse with the aptly nicknamed Mama Winters!

love, Topaz