Marking a tweet as a “Favorite”

More and more I receive notices in my inbox from Twitter that someone has “favorited” one of my tweets. So this got me wondering what this means and what having a Tweet marked as a “favorite” does for you.

Here is what I learned after a quick Internet search.

Favoriting a Tweet is kind of like hitting the “like” button on Facebook. It means someone liked or approved that Tweet. But unlike on Facebook, everyone doesn’t see that “like.” It does not show up in anyone else feed. In fact, it won’t show up on your page or the other person’s Twitter page. It really is a private “message” between you and that other person.

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For me to see which tweets have been marked as a “Favorite” (besides receiving an email alerting me), I need to go to the @Connect section to see the interactions. Here it lists who retweeted my tweets, tweets I am mentioned in and the ones that were marked as a “favorite” – those have a little gold star to the left of the tweet.

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Any Tweets that I mark “Favorite” will show up on my profile page under Favorites (on the top left column).

You can also check out what your followers are marking as “favorites” by going to the #Discover tab. (Here you can also see what tweets they have retweeted.)

So what is the purpose of “favoriting” a tweet other than to say you like it? Well, it can be used as a way to bookmark tweets that you want to remember such as the link to an article you might like to read later or a book to check out.

Of course, part of my research showed that spammers like to mark tweets as favorites. The theory is that when you receive the notification you will take a peek at the person’s profile. Then there is the possibility that you will click on their bio link to learn more about them, which will take you to spam. There are even programs out there that favorite people’s tweets for you.

I am not sure how effective that is since I have not had the time to check out the people favorting my tweets.

As of today, I haven’t clicked the “favorite” button on any tweet but think it might be a good way to mark those tweets I want to remember.

If you aren’t already following me  on Twitter – please do so. I follow back all authors.

Favoring one parent over the other

“I want to sit by daddy,” my daughter declares.

“No, I want to,” my son says.

This is a conversation I hear all the time. It doesn’t matter if we are sitting on the couch, eating out at a restaurant or going on a ride at the amusement park. While with the first two, there are two sides to daddy so that both kids can get their wish but on the last, they have to take turns. Someone must sit with mommy.

favorite parentI know that the kids’ excitement about their dad is just because they don’t see him as often as they do me. I am the one to get them ready, takes and picks them up from school, makes their meals, helps with homework and all that stuff. I am also the one that takes them to the zoo, the library, the pool, and any other fun activity to fill up their days off during school breaks.

Many times I am happy when my husband comes home and they swarm over him. I know they have been missing him, and I am glad to have a break. But after so many times of them arguing on who sits next to him at the restaurant, I am sometimes tired of it. They once all sat on one side of the table in a booth. I had the other side all to myself. Talk about feeling unwanted, I sure did.

I know the kids aren’t trying to hurt my feelings when they continually want daddy, but it does sometimes. I also know that this is perfectly normal. One day when I was upset by their actions, I went online and read other parents’ accounts of having the same thing happen to them. And it helped that a few experts suggested the kids would only do this if they felt comfortable that I would always be there for them no matter what.

But even with knowing that, it does drive me crazy sometimes. Last May, we had a trip to Disney World planned, and I told my husband we would have to make sure they understood they would need to take turns riding with each of us.

Of course, my husband unexpectedly started his new business about six weeks before our trip and decided that he couldn’t go. My mom stepped in and took his place. But on the trip, all of sudden it was like I was “daddy.” Both kids wanted to sit beside me at the restaurant, on the bus and on the rides. It was nice to for once to be the preferred parent – even if it was only be default.