Facebook meets the Blog: A month in review

A friend of mine gave me this idea for a blog post: copy your last month's worth of Facebook status updates, paste, and viola--automatic journal entry. So here is roughly the last month of everything I've posted on my Facebook wall. I thought about including the comments others put on there, but then figured they didn't sign up for this, so you'll just have to imagine my witty friends' and family members' retorts. First, a picture:

(Yeah, wish I'd had that one while I was teaching college research papers.)

Naptime today has been more like a rousing game of whack-a-mole. (I promise no kids were whacked, but I am exhausted after the whole process and need a nap now too.)

Had a hula hoop contest with my 4- and 6-year-old nephews today, sans hula hoops. I won. I rank this accomplishment somewhere between perfecting grilled cheese sandwiches and earning a master's degree. I have some wicked awesome fake hula hooping skills.

hulu keeps telling me to use bing as a search engine so I can make my web searches social. What a terrible idea! My searches are not nearly as glamorous as that commercial. My latest search engine search? "How to kill giant fruit flies." Did you all really want to go on that journey with me?

After conducting a *very* scientific experiment, I have discovered that you actually catch more flies with vinegar than with honey. Next up: I'm going to put a bunch of frogs in a pot and slowly raise the temp. to see if they will boil.

As if there were ever any doubt whose daughter Ellie (2.5) really is, last night she offered up her first pun. I asked her how her ice cream tasted and she said, "Mmm, it's de-LICK-table, Mommy." All yours, Brady.

I saw that Sam Waterson is in a new TV drama. I think his eyebrows should get separate billing.

It can get pretty tiring chasing after these kids all day; sometimes I start to wonder why I'm doing all this. Then I see my two-year-old practically empty the dishwasher by herself--and put stuff away in the right place when she can reach--and it all starts to make sense. Next I'm going to see if she's tall enough to push the vacuum cleaner yet . . .

If I ever have to enter into contract negotiations, I am sending a two-year-old in as my rep. They are naturals when it comes to negotiating; "Okay, okay, you can have a 5% raise AND watch Toy Story Three--just eat your carrots! And if you pick up your toys, we'll throw in dental."

Ellie was uninterested in vitamins until we got her some that are teddy bears that she can play with/talk to/make dance and walk before she eats them. She wouldn't eat her dinner until I made a face out of the different items, and then she was delighted with it. It's like the more human her food gets, the more likely she is to eat it. Anyone else find this alarming?

Well, that was a bit disappointing. That's it. Turns out I'm not very active on Facebook. I even went back farther than a month to get that Hulk picture (I thought it worth preserving for posterity). I doubt I will go through this exercise again. It turns out I don't narrate enough of my life on Facebook. I know that's where most people tend to upload pictures and update their goings-on to loved ones these days, but I don't trust Facebook enough with my life, I guess. It's too fleeting. Once a statement or picture is out of your newsfeed, it's gone. I don't think people are going to go through my Facebook writings when I'm long gone (unless Facebook re-nigs on all their privacy settings for more "market research"). Blogs might not be as technologically trendy, but they are forever, right? Especially if Google takes over the world, as I imagine they will within the next 30 years or so.

And, since this is what most of you come looking for, here is a cute picture of the kids.


I like to keep them contained.