I’m not afraid of spiders, snakes, scorpions, or even Justin Bieber. But I am afraid of frozen food.
Wait, let me back up a bit. Maybe I should start by telling you about our little family problem.
You see, just about everyone in my family has what we like to lovingly refer to as ACS or “Active Colon Syndrome.” Which is pretty much self-explanatory.
When I was growing up, we regularly enjoyed dinner table conversation that revolved around my dad’s toilet mishaps. (Yeah, we’re THAT family.) One of my personal favorites was the time that it was very cold and my dad was reluctant to take off his coveralls to take a dump in the port-a-potty. Unfortunately, he waited a little too long and by the time he was ready to strip, it was too late and he had to throw his underwear away in the trash and go commando the rest of the day.
Yeah. My sisters and I loved the crap out of those stories.
That is, until a few years ago when it started happening to us.
But instead of throwing my sisters under the bus, I’ll concentrate on me.
The first thing I noticed is that Wal-Mart seemed to have a strange effect upon my colon. (It’s probably my own fault for shopping in the Vortex of Evil, but what can I say? I’m cheap.) Anyway, for some reason it seemed that every time I would go in the frozen food section, I would feel the sudden and immediate urge to take an enormous crap. I’m not talking about any average crap either. I’m talking a full-on colon cleansing. The kind folks like Paris Hilton and Britney Spears pay good money for at the Celebrity Colon Connection.
It was like a frozen food high colonic. I could be completely fine. Walk me past the frozen pizzas and BAM! I was sprinting through the store towards the little girl’s room faster than Abebe Bikila.
At first it didn’t concern me. But then I got pregnant, grew an extra rear end and a baby that seemed to think my bladder/colon was his own personal trampoline and things became difficult. I began avoiding the frozen food section at all costs. Because nobody wants to see a 180-pound pregnant lady running wildly toward the restroom.
After my son was born, I mistakenly assumed I was safe again.
One day, a few weeks after he was born, I was strolling casually through Wal-Mart with my baby in the Bjorn. I remembered some delicious corn and peas we had eaten a few weeks before. I walked over to the frozen food section boldly, confidently, without a care in the world.
Just as I passed the frozen corny dogs and without any warning whatsoever, I was hit by an urgency that made me double over in pain. Clenching my butt cheeks as tight as humanly possible, I hobbled as quickly as I could toward the restroom. Unfortunately, the effects of the frozen corny dogs were too strong. I stood there in the middle of Wal-Mart and shit myself like a newborn baby.
With tears streaming from my eyes and shitapalooza streaming down my legs, I ditched my groceries and walked slowly toward the exit hoping that I wouldn’t be the next feature on People of Wal-Mart. By the way, in case you’re wondering, the only thing worse than shitting yourself in the middle of Wal-Mart is shitting yourself in the middle of Wal-Mart while wearing a baby.
Cleaning myself up while trying not to infect my baby with toxic waste was about as fun as poison ivy at a nudist camp.
So now you know why I have a completely irrational yet justified fear of frozen food.
And why I carry several pairs of spare underpants in my purse.







And I thought I was the only one who carried a change of undies!!! Good sh…. stuff… ;)
Are we related?
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
I don’t know that was tough to read. I some how think I would have started to trot, no pun intended and tried to fool my fellow shoppers into thinking I was running a marathon!
I will refrain from the expected holy shit comment since I am a mother of five!
I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. But the shitapalooza came too fast. Dame those frozen corny dogs. They’re some powerful shit. (no pun intended:)
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
Believe it or not, I have the EXACT same reaction to Wal-Mart. Wait. Did I just say that out loud?
I love you. That is all.
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
Ouch! I am SOO sorry! I have had tummy troubles with greasy fastfood, and Wingers has that effect on me. I have had only one underwear pooping incident, but it got close in Boston once when the McDonalds had a pay restroom – thanks to my amazing mom who is organized and carries her change in a coin purse during vacations, I mad it! (She carries the coin purse because she has a similar problem with her bladder, and most European potties require payment!)
Twitter Name: fluteitup
Oh yes. European toilets. I’ve had some unfortunate experiences with those too. But I should probably save that story for another time. I think I’ve told enough shit stories on myself for one day. (Glad to hear you made it though!)
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
O M G I <3 U INFINITELY FOR SHARING THAT
Twitter Name: Jason Eskridge
I <3 you more, J. Long live spare underpants.
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
Oh my gosh…laughing so hard.
For me? It’s Walgreen’s that causes colonic cleansings..
Twitter Name: gdrpempress
I’d like to hear that story. VEry very much.
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
This is hilarious. Now I know where to go when I’m feeling a little stopped up.
Those frozen corny dog will do it. Every time.
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
Every single time i take a step inside my garage, i have to run to the bathroom. Not even safe in my own house.
Maybe we’re related?
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
I don’t even have words as I sit here in awe of your shittasticness. Seriously. Thank you, dear friend. Thank you for sharing.
Twitter Name: mommakiss
Shittascticness. That is my new favorite word of ALL time. Love you, MommaKiss!
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
Carrying extra undies is just good sense…and cents
Twitter Name: TamingInsanity
You are a wise womoan, K-Diddy. I love you. xoxox
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
“Vortex of Evil” – ha!! My husband would love your family…
Twitter Name: momadabsurdum
We need to hang out sometime. Like seriously!
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
Holy crap! (Pun intended.) I just don’t know how to respond to this except with a deep chuckle. I may not have the colon issues, but I have severe peeing my pants issues.
Twitter Name: Amber_MtMC
I love you, Amber. That is all.
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
Say poop..how can you not smile when you say poop? Especially when poop happens to other people.
Sorry it had to be you. Too funny.
Yeah, it’s always funnier when poop happens to other people. But I guess I’m used to it by now. Heh. *sigh*
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
Awesome story!! HOW have I not heard that before?
Thanks, Hill. I dunno! I can’t believe I never told you!
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
I’m that way with libraries
No way! We should start a support group. Or something.
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
Target does it for me. Every time. I could be driving by a Target and the clenching starts.
Twitter Name: wowiee
I’m definitely feeling the need for a ACS support group. We could have meetings, eat snacks, tell our shit stories… It could be fun! You in?
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
Naomi, I’m wetting myself laughing at the wonderful image I now in my head. What a start to the day! :D
Twitter Name: notefromlapland
I always consider it a win when I can make someone else wet their pants and not me. Love you, Heather. Thanks for stopping by! xoxox
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
You are so funny Naomi!!
Its the fart and follow through that happens to me. You know when you break wind and wander if anything else had come out. Then you go to the toilet and see that it has!!
BNM
Twitter Name: barenakedmummy
We call that a “shart” in my family. Unfortunately, its a regular occurence around here too. :)
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
HOLY SHIT! no really, i can’t even imagine this.
hahahaha
Twitter Name: allfookeduptoo
You are one lucky lady. I envy you! xoxoxo
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
Interesting that this article got way more comments than most of the others on your site. I guess crap is a subject that concerns us all. All I have to say about frozen food is that the one vegetable that they say “freezes well” is green peas. But I wouldn’t be surprised to find out they are toxic.
Twitter Name: wolfemurray
Great article BTW. Keep ‘em coming.
Twitter Name: wolfemurray
Thanks, Rupert. Great to meet you and thanks for stopping by. :)
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
Okay, kind of in pain right now from laughing. Naomi, that’s one of the worst/best stories I’ve ever heard. Have I ever mentioned that my daughter lifted her skirt at a playdate (with a mom I barely knew) and took a dump on the woman’s floor? Not WalMart, but my own personal Vortex of Evil. Love you, poopy pants.
That is the best poop story I’ve heard in a long LONG time!!! Totally sounds like something my kids would do also. Thanks for visiting, sweetie! Love you!
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
OMG, sweetie! I don’t mean to be laughing so hard. Really, I don’t.
Twitter Name: in_mandyland
It’s okay, Mandy. I’m used to it. No really. I really really am. Mwah!
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
I just threw up a little in my mouth.
Thanks.
And THAT is why I avoid Wal-Mart. Not because of frozen foods, but because someone is always either throwing up or shitting themselves in there.
Twitter Name: EdsFunnyPages
You are a smart man.
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
You should have Schwan’s come to your house that way you’re always near a bathroom!
Good point. I’m definitely gonna look into that. :)
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
You and my mom need to swap stories.
Twitter Name: Unknown Mami
I think we would get along fabulously.
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
Interesting how dumping is such a popular subject, but it makes sense considering its something we all do (or all should do) every day. I have an eco-brother who recycles his families poops in a compost toilet and uses the product in the garden. He says we should all do that but my daughter is horrified by the idea.
Twitter Name: wolfemurray
I’ve heard of those compost toilets! Sounds like a good idea (in an armpit hippy kinda way), but also really freaks me out at the same time. If you end up doing it, please share the details! I’d love to hear all about it from someone who’s actually doing it IRL.
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
My brother has some really interesting stuff on compost toilets and it’s nice to think that this hilarious chat might end up with us all learning something useful about poop; that it’s a valuable nutrient and not a health hazard.
Click on this link, there’s some really good stuff about this (in the context of him building an eco house in Portugal): http://wolfeintransition.blogspot.com/2009/04/up-for-air.html
Twitter Name: wolfemurray
Also, I agree with your comment on his site. A DIY video would be really cool and helpful.
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
Wow, that was fascinating! I don’t think I ever realized how really useful and important compost toilets could be. Why don’t more people know about this!!?? Thanks for sharing that link. I enjoyed reading that. Your bro seems like a really interesting guy.
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
This would be so hard. We live on frozen veggies.
Tell me about it! I have to get my husband to shop for me. (Which isn’t so bad really, after all.) Thanks for stopping by, sweetie!
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
Oh my goodness. I was on the edge of my seat. Those darned corndogs! And I hear you on the new baby thing—things slip out without any control. Eek. At least it was Walmart and not Target. I feel like it’d be more noticeable at Target, right?
ABsolutely!! Those dang cornydogs. And this is why I make my husband do all the frozen food shopping now. Hehehehehe.
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
It’s more rare but usually hits me when I’m traveling. In the middle of nowhere. Starts a whole new theory of does a Ms. G. #### in the woods.
My mother would have adored you. A kindred colon : )XOXO.
OMG! I LOVE the idea of kindred colons!!! Hahahahaa!!
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
I’m pretty sure I never would be able to go to that WalMart again.
Funny you say that. Because I did avoid it for a while, but now it’s back in my regular grocery rotation. I’m a mess.
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
I have that same problem. And it is in the Devil Store, also. I think it’s because the bathroom is SOOO effing far away from ANYWHERE in the store. And the fact that the store is the work of Satan. (I jest…mostly) But seriously…I have a very active colon. My wife calls me a ferret. She says there is no way that the food can make it through me THAT quickly. And I assure that OH. IT. HAS!!
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Twitter Name: missycj03
Bwhahaaha!! I love that your wife calls you a ferret. I’ll have to tell my husband that. He would laugh. Because he is the opposite from me. It takes him a good 30 minutes to an hour every time he goes into the bathroom. Not to mention, he needs mood lighting, a good magazine, lighted candles, etc. and sometimes that’s not even enough to get his colon rockin and rolling. I guess there are *some* advantages to Active Colon Syndrome, huh?
Twitter Name: coolwhipmom
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