Guess What?!?! Who’s your daddy?

After hours upon hours of screwing up, I have finally created an order form for ordering a customized Beaver Baby! That’s right, run, don’t walk, to tell me your skin tone and pubic hair color!

The miracle of birth!

For a limited time (eh, whenever) I’m offering Beaver Babies at the ridiculously low price of $9.99 + $3.00 shipping…and no handling (because we all know that’s a bullshit charge). And if you act now, I’ll throw in Spermie, a cuddly sperm who can’t wait for insemination! Just shoot me an email after ordering to let me know if you’d like a Spermie (Brian said that not everyone would appreciate a felt sperm being mailed to them. I beg to differ but whatever).

To order just click on the picture of the Beaver Baby on my right side bar or click the link up at the top that says “Order Your Beaver Baby Today”. It’ll take you to a page where you can customize your Beaver Baby for that special someone. Baby shower, new mom, quirky friends…they would all just adore its cuteness and marvel at your novel choice of gift!

To read more about the origins of Beaver Babies: A Vag-u-cational Tool click here

ALSO before you go, a wonderful blogger/Author, Jen from www.peopleiwanttopunchinthethroat.com , has allowed me to pimp my blog (along with other wonderful blogs) on her Pinterest board! You should go check it out and follow her…and don’t forget to follow me!

See her awesome board here

And if you need an after the holidays page turner to purge all that sugar and disgust from your system, read her hysterical book: (click on the book to order)

Have a wonderful Monday!

PS – I’m on a low carb/low sugar diet and I’m super bitchy. Just a little FYI because I like to share my misery.

Free Advice Friday: One is the loneliest number

Dear Kim,

I’m a stay at home mom that just moved to the area and I don’t know anyone. I consider myself an introvert and as a result I’m having trouble meeting people. You seem outgoing, do you think you can give me some advice on how to create a network of friends in my new area?

Thank you,

Sally in Lonelyville, Md

Dear Sally,

Believe it or not, I was once in the same boat as you. Several years ago, I also moved to a new town and didn’t know a single soul. Sure, I had friends back home but with almost 6 miles between us, they said the distance made it too difficult for us to stay in touch. I had to strap on some self confidence and make new, local friends.

I turned to the best-selling self-help book, “How to Win Friends and Influence People” by Dale Carnegie. I don’t recommend it. The first rule was to “Become genuinely interested in other people.” I don’t know about you Sally, but I don’t have that kind of time or patience to cultivate empathy for other people.

So after returning the book to my dad, I set out to do my own research on human interaction and friendship. Through a combination of observations, interviews, and Maya Angelou poems, I came up with hundreds of tips for making friends- sadly, I can only remember 4.

Sally, if you follow my tips, I promise you’ll meet plenty of new people in your area. It’s only been 8 years and I’m already up to 5 friends!

Tip #1 Get Over Your Introversion

Is introversion a word? I don’t know, but my point is this…you need to relax and appear friendly or people will think you’re a snob. Remember the old saying, no one wants to roast marshmallows with a friend who has a stick up their ass, even if their own stick is broken.

So how do you come out of your shell? You ease yourself out of it.

Begin by waving at your neighbors’ dogs. That’s right. Whether you’re walking or driving through your neighborhood, I want you wave to all the dogs sitting in their yards. Once you get comfortable with that, start making small talk with them. Ask them about the weather, their favorite treats, their bowel movements (dogs like that), basically anything that gets you chit-chatting. It’s great practice and will do wonders for your social skills.

Eventually, you’ll be comfortable enough to wave and talk to your neighbors (even the ones that drool) and your neighbors will come to see you as a friendly, eccentric* person.

*my therapist says eccentric = exciting!

Tip #2 Join a Gym

A gym is a great place to meet other stay at home moms! And it’s pretty easy to strike up a friendship here. Simply go into a yoga class and lay your mat next to another mom’s mat (note: It’s important that your mats are touching), take a huge gulp of your coffee, lean into her face and slowly breathe the words “Helloooo!” She’ll immediately smell the coffee on your breath and know that you like coffee. You have just increased your odds that she’ll ask you to join her for a latte after class. Go you!

Tip #3 Be Prepared

Always carry a huge purse and keep it filled with anything another mother might need. Whether you’re at a park with your kid or at the mall trying on Spanx, listen for comments like, “I could really use a drink”, “Does anyone have a tampon”, and “I’m starving”* Having what someone else needs can be a huge icebreaker and they might feel obligated to thank you by being your friend (don’t feel shy about pointing that out).

* I like to keep classy snacks like creme brûlée in my purse, not Cheetos- you want quality friends.

Tip#4 Join a Book Club

Go to your local book store and inquire about book clubs in your area. Join all of them.

It’s important that, before each meeting, you read the book cover to cover. And if you really want to impress, you’ll come with a dissertation that debates the author’s purpose in relation to society. For example, I just did one titled “Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons: Post-feminism in a moderately constructed utopia”.

Sally, people like and respect smart people who aren’t afraid to show it. Oh, and make sure to print enough copies for everyone.

There you have it. If you can’t make friends with the wealth of information I’ve provided then your best bet is to buy a parrot and a chimpanzee. The parrot is for gossip and friendly conversation and the chimpanzee will happily drink wine with you (but give him grape juice and tell him it’s wine; chimpanzees are angry drunks).

Good luck to you, my friend!

Kim

Dysfunctional traditions are still traditions.

I was cleaning out my inbox when I came across this email to my Aunt from a couple years ago. Here’s an excerpt:

Hi there and Happy New Years! I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season! I wanted to thank you both for your kind words about Collin and Ana’s pics.

We all had a great Christmas with one exception (which is the same exception every year)…Mr. Bojangles. Here’s the problem, every Christmas Brian buys his mother expensive Godiva Truffles and every Christmas Eve the dog finds and eats all 18 of them. Every. Damn. Christmas.

The scene that plays out is always the same:

1. Brian yells at the dog for being so stupid.
2. He pulls out the Godiva receipt and calculates how much money Bo just cost him.
3. He utters the phrases,  “Just who do you think you are?”  “I’m calling the SPCA to come get you!” and my favorite…

“I brought you into this world and I can take you out!”

*which is ridiculous because, while he does appear to have my blue eyes and Brian’s dark hair, he is not biologically ours.

As he’s going through his tirade and grimacing like he’s taking a painful crap, I’m setting up my cleaning products. And while everyone is peacefully sleeping on Christmas Eve I’m cussing and cleaning up, what can only be described in both smell and color as hot cocoa vomit. I call it….hot “Bo”coa. I swear to god it smells exactly like hot chocolate which makes me feel so confused and conflicted. One minute I want to puke and the next I’m looking for marshmallows.

I have to admit that over the years I have become resigned to this and have even begun to consider it another cherished family tradition.

I go on to write about our kids, parents, blah, blah blah. The point is this…

After reading this it occurred to me that we didn’t buy truffles this year, hence no hot “bo”coa.  Though he did have diarrhea, so there’s always that. I know I should be ecstatic that he didn’t vomit, but it sorta saddened me that another holiday tradition has disappeared.

I worry about the loss of other traditions like, my holiday zit, Christmas parties where I make an ass out of myself, and losing my credit cards at least twice while shopping. These are the unwelcome traditions of our family but they are expected, dealt with, and then laughed about. No matter how dysfunctional, when they’re gone something seems amiss.

P.S. Don’t worry, the zit is still making an appearance.

P.P.S. I also realized that our dog requires more maintenance and bodily fluid clean up than our children.

What dysfunctional tradition does your family have?

We have a Beaver Baby giveaway winner!!!

Happy New Year!  I hope everyone had a fun and safe New Years Eve!  We went to my BFF’s house and had an awesome time! Thanks Joanne & Anthony!

She made it to midnight!

So around 4pm today, after my headache went away, I got down to business…randomly selecting the winner of a personalized Beaver Baby created by yours truly!

She’s ready to push!…I see the head!…Aww, it’s a boy!

Read about the origins of Beaver Baby: A vagucational tool here.

I thought to myself, “Sugar Ass, what’s the best way to select the winner?” (positive self talk is always important). And then it hit me, I’ll do it the same way I make all my life decisions…with Elefun!

If you don’t already own an Elefun, I suggest you rush right out and buy one.  No longer waste sleep, time, or money wrestling over decisions like: What kind of car should I buy?, Where should we go for vacation?, Who should be my insurance beneficiary?.  Simply let fate and Hasbro make the call.

All you need to do is:

1. Empty all the butterflies out of the elephant’s stomach.

2. Fill him with possible life choices, each one written on a tiny piece of paper.      *make sure to use a Sharpie so your tears won’t smudge the writing.

3. Put his head back on and flip on the switch (uses 4 C batteries, not included- bastards).

4. Hold out your net and wait for the answer to just fall from the sky, literally.

5. Cry and cry and cry, because you can’t make decisions without a plastic elephant.

And that is how I selected the 2013 Beaver Baby winner.

Just so you know that this contest was on the up & up and not fixed, I video taped it.  (if you’re the conspiracy theory type, you and I both know that I could’ve written the same name on all the papers. I didn’t, so just shut up about it and learn to trust in humanity again.)

Roll the tape!

AND THE WINNER IS…

 

 

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