Twitter Troubadors

I came across my first Twitter song on YouTube last March when I was a newbie who hadn't even downloaded Tweetdeck yet. I loved it-- played it over and over--even blogged about it. It was one of those things I just couldn't stop humming under my breath. Since then there have been lots of Twitter troubadors posting on Youtube. Some good, some not so great. Here are a few of my favorites to tickle your week-end fancy along with some irreverant packratish comments. Hope you enjoy

First, the one and only original " You're Nobody if You're Not on Twitter"-- guaranteed to make you laugh, tap your toes and start humming.



Then there is this classic rock parody " Tweet Around the Clock". Eat your heart out Chubby Checkers



... and more twitter rock



And now a hilarious C&W music video that tells the sad tale of twitter addiction. Get out your box of kleenex folks and hope that @BillZucker makes it to twitter rehab.



and check out this twitter rap.



and last but not least we have " Tweetaholic" by Dave Ryder



Somebody somewhere must be writing a Twitter symphony or Twitter the opera. I'm waiting and I'll let you know. Meanwhile, step away from the keyboard and have a great week-end. TTFN

A Weekend Video for You

My week-end post is a video that soothes the senses and rewards the soul. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

The artful pairing of the unique New Age sound of Marcome and lush visual designs by Tuco Amalfi will help you wind down, de-stress and forget the world of work.

Move to a higher plane, enjoy the vibration and have a wonderful week-end

Happy Birthday Sophia

A familiar face looked out at me from my friend JamaGenie's blog today: a photograph of my maternal great great grandmother, Sophia Window Filley, taken soon after she arrived in America from her native England in 1879. Jama reminded me that today is her birthday. She was born 171 years ago. She was born in 1838. The date on her tombstone is incorrect. I have the birth records and the family bible to prove it. I wonder if she lied about her age. The notion made me laugh.

She died in 1918,long before I was born, but because of photos like this and the family stories that my grandmother, who knew and loved her, told me, I feel a sense of powerful connection to this woman. At least a few of her genes and chromosomes survive in me and that makes us kin. So, happy birthday Sophia. I don't live close enough to put flowers on your grave, but I'll go over to the Find A Grave website and leave a virtual bouquet.

Sophia was quite a woman. She came to America with three teen aged children to track down an errant husband (not her smartest move IMHO) She ended up selling her wedding silver, linens and jewelry to finance some pretty hair brained business schemes and to keep the family from starving. Eventually the living got pretty rough and the husband, one Frederick Haime Window, ended up gone.

Too proud to go back to England, she moved, for some reason now lost in the mists of time, to Burlingame, Kansas and ended up making a respectable living as a dressmaker and milliner in a town that was only a few years away from it's frontier roots as a stop on the Santa Fe Trail. She remarried H.W. Filley,a widower, and local worthy. When her oldest daughter died at the age of 32 leaving four young motherless children, she took them in and did the mother thing all over again with her grandchildren, one of whom was the grandmother about whom I have written elsewhere and whose stories made Sophia a real and living presence for me when I was a child.

Here's a photograph taken at a family gathering in the early 1890's. Grandma Filley is the woman on the far right in the print dress. She's leaning on her husband, H.W. Filley who is seated. I could identify all the people in the photo, but I won't. I will only point out that my grandmother is one of the three children seated on the ground. She's the one in the middle. The two babies are her cousins.

I'm not sure what the occasion was. I only know that thanks to Jama, the occasion to celebrate today is Sophia's birthday. Happy Birthday, Sophia.

Sexy Hippo--Sunday Smile

Nothing like a sexy dancing hippo to give you a week-end chuckle and a big Sunday smile, especially when he's a Sumo wrestler. I can't stop watching this little guy.

He reminds me of an old boyfriend of mine (just kidding)Have a look.

he's almost as much fun as the dancing cockatoos. He'll leave you with a smile. I promise.

Micro-Pig Pets or Bacon on the Hoof?

They are called micro pigs or tea-cup pigs and according to London's Daily Telegraph they are the hottest new thing in pets in the UK.

Over there, pet loving Brits are snapping up teacup piglets at over $1000 a pop as fast as grown up pigs can produce them. They weigh about nine ounces at birth and top out at about sixty five pounds at around two years of age. They are, according to UK breeder, Jane Croft," about the size of a small spaniel" when full grown. She also swears they are intelligent, loving and make wonderful pets.

Maybe so, but I am definitely not in the market for one. They are cute, but when I look at them, honestly, all I see is bacon on the hoof. It's like making a pet out of a chicken. I just can't befriend an animal I am going to eat, especially at over $1000 a pop. I'm sorry, but for me a pig is not a pet. It's a meal--definitely bacon on the hoof. Yes, I know that there are places in the world where people eat dogs and cats, and other places where cows are sacred, but here where I live cats and dogs are pets and cows and pigs are meat. I wonder if I'm the only American who feels this way? I'll be interested to see if micro-pig mania makes it to this side of the pond intact.

The little pigs and the lady who breeds them were featured  by Tyra Banks today.  I watched the segment which is what inspired me to blog about it. All pig comments, pro and con are welcome:-)