Things that should never be Tweeted

I want to make out with the minds behind Twitter.

Seriously, I mean how much do you love Twitter ? Sure there are a few glitches every now and again but how awesome is it that you can stay in touch with all your peeps near and far by letting them know what you're doing or whatever is on your mind in 140 characters or less ?

It's quick it's efficient and most importantly it's obsession worthy fun. It seems that everyone is on Twitter, from politicians to Grandma. Even me (I'm Twinmomoftwinz. Follow.Me.Now.). Twitter is sweeping the nation and fast becoming a social phenomenon.

But perhaps some aren't using Twitter in the manner in which it was intended. Like this for instance . Publishing rejection via Twitter. Tacky...
As I read that post, I began to think about other things that should never ever be Tweeted.

Like:

What are you doing ?

Trying very hard to poop. Not happening. Maybe shouldn't have eaten so much cheese.

Figuring out if this fungus that's rapidly spreading should be looked at by doc

sniffing my armpits

eyeing that goat in neighbors yard. Never seen him look this good

or

@newboyfriend/girlfriend:std clinic test results were positive. Go get tested now.

@hubby/wife: not working out. It's not you it's me. I want a divorce

@boss: This job is no longer doing it for me. I quit

@employee: Your work ethic sucks. Leave. Now.

@patient: You have the heebeejeebees. This is an incurable disease. You have about 6 mos. left

I know there's more. There's always more.

Whatcha got ?

And now a kid friendly giveaway...

But you gotta head over to my review blog to check it out.


And for those of you that could care less but are looking for something to take your mind off of whatever task you're supposed to be doing but aren't...check out yesterday's post in which my car window basically gives me the finger.

When life gives you lemons...squirt them in the eye of whatever force caused this shit to happen

Picture this, you're headed home on a Friday evening after a very looong week.

Upon getting in your car you see that your window is not fully rolled up. You push the button to roll it up but it doesn't move. You then decide to try rolling it down first and then rolling it up. Upon rolling it down, this shit happens.

And the awesomest part, this happens at the very beginning of your 30 mile drive home on the freeway in 30 degree weather.

It was at that moment I questioned my decision to become a mom

***warning, detailed poop talk follows. Step away from the blog if you can't (or don't want to) hang

Bathroom talk is common in my house. Not because we have some odd kind of fetish but because we need to track my daughters BMs. Seriously, we keep a calendar to document their frequency. Don't ask... it's just necessary.

My son whose BMs we don't track (thank heaven for small favors) because he's,er, very regular makes a point of telling me when he goes anyway. Hell, he sees all the praise my daughter, J , gets when she goes - why wouldn't he want to announce his to the world ?

Ahem...

So Saturday, I'm sitting down minding my own business and my son B says "Mom, I just went poo"

"Great," I say expecting he'll quickly move on to something else

"Yeah, and this time it was yellow. Most of the times it's brown but one time it was green"

Uh yeah. It's at moments like that that I silently question my decision to become a parent.

Let's Talk about Sex, Baby - or what promises to be one of the edgier mb giveaways

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The horror that was New Years Eve

One minute there was laughing, dancing, carrying on and in an instant that changed.

I can barely stand to recall the scene it was so horrifying.

5 year olds. light sabers.chaos.spilled wine.

And then there was you,dear Zune, a casualty of the melee. Knocked to the ground. Landing in the puddle of Kendall Jackson Chardonnay. I rushed to your aid but clearly wasn't fast enough. I tried. Believe me I tried. But then you were gone.

Oh my Dear Zune, in the short time we had together I had fallen into such deep heavy love with you. I had such plans for our future. Workouts, cuddle time, you saving me from having to listen to the ridiculousness of conversations of others on the bus and train each day. My heart aches at what will never be.

*sigh* RIP Zune.

You'll be missed.

Zune
12/11/08-12/31/08