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what i learned this week: a twitter what?

I learned what on EARTH a twitter party is.  Seriously.  I was in the dark.  I tweet.  I share random thoughts that I'm sure no one wants to hear.  I follow celebs (guilty), my family, friends, fellow bloggers, and sources of random facts (@omgfacts).

And then I got invited to a Twitter Party hosted by @girlymamamel.  And thought, WHAT IS THAT?!?!  At first I was going to blow it off because I didn't want to admit that I had no idea what to do, don't have children yet and have no need for DS games, but I wanted to support my older sis in her first twitter party hosting event.  So, I gave it a shot, signed on to twitter and waited for a sign from God that would show me how this actually works.

Voila!  The answer!  (found after some random googling)

Apparently it's like a chat room atmosphere that's really easy to join, you just search for the topic (#topic) and keep following what people are saying, responding and having a good time.  It was relatively simple and there were giveaways - free stuff, wahoo! 

And now, I get it.

Light bulb on.

What did you learn this week?

what i learned this week.

The dog will go back to sleep.

No, I'm not kidding.  He really will.

This past weekend I left Ricki at my mom's house on Saturday night while I ventured out for some Halloween festivities.  You would've thought I had ABANDONED the little fellow with the way he acted when I returned the following morning.  Hmph, he didn't fool me.  I know that he was in for a night of cuddling, extra treats and numerous belly rubs.  And getting to cuddle up on my mom's pillow all night...

I will say that I felt bad.  And almost went home around midnight because I was guilty about leaving Ricki there all night.  Not because I 'abandoned' him, but because I know what's going to happen at 4am.  The beating will begin.  He'll suddenly become alert.  And realize that you're sound asleep.  And do everything in his power to wake you up.  Paw your pillow.  Paw your hand.  Paw your back.  Paw your HEAD.  He is relentless.  He's not tired and he wants to eat and play NOW.

It's his schedule.  And rather than fight it I normally drag myself out of bed and give him a few nibbles of food so he'll sleep until I have to get up for work.

So I felt pretty guilty as I dragged myself home the next morning.  Because I knew that my mom would be complaining that the dog attacked her at 4am.  That he just kept trying to get her up.  That he was relentless.  That there was no end in sight and so she finally just caved and got him a middle-of-the-night snack.

But there she is.  Standing in the middle of the kitchen, coffee in hand, chatting with my Gramma.  Surprised I asked her if Ricki woke her up at all.

She just looked at me and said, 'yeah, but I just told him NO and he went back to sleep.'

EXCUSE ME?!?! You told him NO and he LISTENED?????  What is the trick, how did this happen?  Six months of this crazy schedule and he doesn't listen to a thing I say until he gets food in his belly!!

So last night, or more like this morning, I tried it.  He woke me up and I said no.  He looked at me like I was an idiot and continued pawing my head until I gave in.

What did I learn this week?  My mom is a dog whisperer.  That's the only explanation.

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