Tuesday, November 3, 2009

First round of face book entries

For those of you who know fb you'll understand what "posts" are. However, if you're a "non-face booker" I'll explain. On fb you can write anything that is on your mind, your name is first and then you write what's happening/what you're thinking etc. Posts always start with a persons name and are usually followed by "is", "was", "can't believe" etc.

Enjoy my posts if you are new to them and have fun re-reading if you're a fb friend :-)

Here they are:


I'm deactivating my account for a few months. Sorry if you are someone who I have just friended recently. I just have to get off fb for a while and I can't do it if I'm still on here. I'll keep it up and running until tomorrow so I can make sure to have phone numbers/ contact info for various people. I just have to make some changes in my life :-)


It's kind of hard to know how to treat my 3 year old son who is putting yogurt all over his body one minute, and then telling me a story with the words "mysterious" and "impatient," the next. Somewhere in between the ages of 3 and 15 I guess!


My son just said, "Mommy you have a big (then there was a pause and I held my breath bracing for the worst) brain." Phew! There are many parts of my body that are much bigger than my brain right now. I'll take it as a compliment, I mean at this point I AM the smartest woman he knows!

dreamed that I was helping Dan Rather find his car keys at his gym. WOW! An exciting dream like that is going to make this "stuck in the house rainy day" a bit more bearable. (Are you catching the sarcasm, because I'm laying it on pretty thick.)

walked into the kitchen to find that my son (almost FOUR) had taken off his shirt and lathered his upper torso and arms in blueberry yogurt. Really? Really?! Feel free to read my other posts today to see how the day has been going :-)

While typing my last post the baby got into the bathroom and was drinking water from the toilet. Hence, just another reason for writing my last post.

insane in the membrane. Insane in the brain!

was laughing this morning and almost SAID "LOL" while laughing.

I don't know which is worse, my sugar addiction or my fb addiction!

carrot sticks or halloween candy, carrot sticks or halloween candy, carrot sticks or halloween candy............

Hello, my name is Colleen and I am a dessertoholic. It has been almost 24 hours since my last sweet. I spent a good part of the day obsessing on why I should have just one more dessert (I've been succesfully agruing in favor of the dessert for the past 10 months), and the other part of the day telling myself NO!!!! This left about 5 minutes of my mental time for my husband and children. They feel loved :-)

Thinks it's funny that right now on my side wall it says, "Jeff Ladino - reconnect with him - post something on his wall." Thank YOU fb for helping me out with my marriage. Wow, fb really does bring people closer together.

just tried having a heart to heart with my 3 year old son after a lot of frustration, yelling, and eventually a time-out for him. Me: "I'm sorry Mommy got so upset and wasn't smiling for a while. Sometimes it's hard for Mommy to smile after I get really upset. My son looked at me and said, "When I do peepee and poopoo that means I'm getting bigger." Good talk son, good talk."

Before you critize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way when they get angry, they'll be a mile away....and barefoot." From a bumper sticker I saw today :-)

The water coming out of our bathroom sink smells like the sewer. I'm thinking we should brush our teeth in the kitchen sink till this situation is resolved (maybe that's why my son said my teeth look dirty....I know...totally gross, but totally funny). PS, Julie...it's all for the laughs

has the cutest kids on earth. Sure they eat paper products & lick water from dirty puddles, and they tell me I'm squishy & make me crazy & ignore me & tell me my teeth are dirty (whatever) & they spill things all over the house, and at times make me daydream about when I was single. But they are sweet, and innocent,... and beautiful, and kind, and loving, and I wouldn't trade them in for anything.

is so glad I don't have to deal with the morning commute anymore. One of the many perks of being a stay-at-home mom!

got into bed last night and found a dinosaur under my pillow. Bet none of you had a t-rex in your bed!

My 3 year old son looked at me at dinner tonight and said, "Hey, your teeth are dirty." I said, "Oh, do I have food stuck in them?" and he said, "no." I said, "well, what color are they?" He said, "white" (that's good) "with brown on the bottom." Awesome. Almost immediately after that my 2 year old daughter asked... if she could squish my belly. I need to start hanging out with people who aren't so blunt.

gave her two year old 2 prunes at breakfast (she LOVES them, but I made her stop at two). Her father didn't know this and let her have FIVE dried apricots at church. This post is just a warning to all of you so you don't freak out if you feel a minor earthquake or hear a small explosion, it's nothing serious...just a weeks worth of fiber packed into a 2 year old in one day!

thinks there is nothing sweeter than my 9 month old baby patting me on the back while I'm holding her, my 2 year old looking up at me and saying, "will you play with me?" and my 3 year old son saying he wants to marry me. :-) Oh come on, that's not gross...he's 3!

told my husband I had fried "dickles" last night (I was trying to say fried dill pickles :-)....fried dickles just doesn't leave a pretty picture in my mind :-o

is feeling a few sandwiches short of a picnic, sharp as a bowling ball, a few fries short of a happy meal today. Get the point? If you don't then you can join me in the shed, while we eat our happy meals and throw bowling balls at lawn furniture :-)

has this strange feeling. I haven't felt it in a while. I believe it's called hunger, which means I might be on the right track to losing some weight. Somehow I don't think feeling full all the time is getting me to where I want to be :-)

is glad that "wheat" is listed as an allergin on the box of "Shredded Wheat" I just bought. If it didn't have that allergin listed, people who have a wheat allergy might buy shredded wheat. WOW!

was up at 5:30...at 6:30 was in the car with my husband and my children heading to Logan...get to Logan and my husband and I realized we FORGOT MY LUGGAGE!!!!!! Guess where I am now? I don't know if I should cry, laugh or scream!

remember the episode of "FRIENDS" when Ross gets stuck in his leather pants and uses powder and lotion to try and get out? Ya, well I had a similar experience in a fitting room today - minus the powder and lotion..and celebrity status...and computerized audience laughter. Anyone else ever try on something too small and get stuck?

is wondering if it's a bag thing that the BABY was touching some dvds in the dvd case and then looking up at the tv...I'm also wondering if it's worse that she started clapping when the video was put in the tv was turned on!

had ANOTHER epiphany! Soooo, I've basically been pregnant for the past 3 1/2 - 4 years, which means I'm used to eating like I'm pregnant (whatever the bleep bleep and bleep that I want). I think my mind thinks that I should be pregnant right about now (I'M NOT!!!) and so it's telling my mouth to pack it in! Now to ...remember how I ate before I was ever pregnant...THAT should do the trick :-)

"Potty Talk"- Me to my 3yr old: "Wow, that is QUITE a poo poo" Son: "It's a log. Logs are circles with no branches." Me: "Has a branch ever come out of your bum?" Son: "ha ha, you are kidding me. You are making a joke." He's finally starting to get my humor! Sorry if you didn't want to read about poop tonight. Oh ...and he won't be scarred by this either, he'll think it's funny I posted it on fb..in 30 years or so.

Your search is over! If you've been looking for a place to sit, stand or lie down and have a good cry, have I got the place for you! We just had three small people crying in unison, but my feeling is - the more, the merrier! So come on over to my house if you feel some tears brewing. Heck, I maaay just join you!

just had an epiphany! When I used to babysit at night I would raid the pantry and fridge after the kids went to bed (Sarah, no telling your parents, like I'm sure they didn't know). NOW that I'm a stay at home mom I think it's like babysitting, FOR LIFE, and I raid the kitchen ALL DAY....WOW! Now I know why I'm eating so much. Hmmm, now how do I stop? (maybe I shouldn't write all my thoughts on fb)

is trying to teach a 9 month old baby that there are acceptable times to scream/cry like she's having shots, being stepped on or having her hair ripped out (if she had hair)...having her diaper changed is NOT one of these times.

At dinner tonight my husband said to my son, "What do you like about Mommy?" My son (very seriously) said, "Her belly. It's squishy." I told him I was pregnant with a cookie baby and he said, "I love cookies." (so does mommy)

Anyone ever been to an allergist? Okay, so AFTER she pricked my arms 24 times she says, "Some of these are going to puff up and itch really bad. Scream, yell, meditate, do whatever it takes - but DON'T itch them. I'll be back in 10 minutes to check them." WHAAAT?! About 3 minutes later I had about 8 massive mosquito bite looking welts that itched like a mutha #@#%$#@!!! Awesome

Happy Monday everyone! Let's see...I woke up to a screaming baby, I have a muscle spasm in my neck and I can't move my head, and I have NO chocolate! BUT, I AM a superhero so I will use my superpowers to MAKE this day good (and no, I haven't lost my mind).

although nobody said anything, they knew the were in the presence of a modern day miracle, as my fellow shoppers watched me walk up and down the isles of the grocery store resisting all types of sugary, chocalatey, salty, & creamy goodness. At the checkout the cashier looked at my health food filled cart and bowed to me. I think I heard Wonder Woman being played off in the distance somewhere......

I love my baby so much, but you could record her scream, put in on repeat and use it as a torture device.

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