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Weekend in Crappy Pics!

 

One word: SNUGGLES

Friday afternoon, Ana’s classroom bear, Snuggles, came home with her.

Apparently, it was our responsibility to show Snuggles a good time AND to return him in one piece on Monday morning. I had my concerns…

I was beyond stressed. Honestly, I’d rather her bring home a newborn baby as they seem to leave a bad taste in Bo’s mouth.
 
Friday night, we took Snuggles to a dive restaurant that I was dying to try because “You shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover, Brian.”

But when the waitress escorted us to a room reeking of bleach and registering a frosty 50 degrees, I thought to myself, “Oh shit, this ain’t no Pulitzer Prize.”

Luckily, our meal had some “Huh, this isn’t bad.” along with a few “Try these, they’re kinda good.” moments.

On Saturday, Collin went to a 6 hour birthday party. Yes, 6 hours. And the rest of us did nothing, nada, zip, zilch, except sit around and snuggle with Snuggles.

On Saturday night, we invited Brian’s mom over for dinner (pizza). After dinner, we were sitting around the family room, enjoying a roaring fire, drinking some wine, and someone pointed out this game…

It had to be Brian’s mom because it’s been sitting there since Christmas 2012 and we’ve yet to acknowledge its existence. Even Mr. Bojangles walks around it.

So we played the game,

then put it back in the corner until next year.

On Sunday, it was 10 degrees with the wind chill. TEN DEGREES, PEOPLE! And Ana informed me that we had to take Snuggles to Smith Park because her teacher said that’s his favorite thing to do. Well, I explained to Ana that, as a bear, Snuggles was meant to eat and hibernate this time of year, and that maybe her teacher is trying to push her own agenda onto Snuggles.

“Shouldn’t we honor Snuggles’ natural instincts by eating leftover pizza and napping instead?”

“No.”

So I did what any good mother would do…I took her and that damn bear to the park. I also did what any selfish mother would do…I underdressed her so she’d freeze within minutes of arriving.

“Mommy, I can’t feel my hands. Can we go home now?”

Yes, it’s hard to hold the monkey bars when your fingers won’t bend. Mwahahahahaha!

Oh, and check out the static electricity generated by a cold, dry, plastic slide…

I still think Snuggles would have rather hibernated.

How was your weekend?

Free Advice Friday! Sucking at Motherhood? I doubt it.

Dear Kim,

I feel like I’m sucking at this motherhood thing.  Everyone around me seems to have their act together and I’m such a mess. My kids are always late for the bus, I forgot about my daughter’s Show and Tell day, my kids refuse to eat a healthy meal, and I can’t remember the last time I dusted.  All these screw ups, and I don’t even work outside of the house!  How does everyone else make it look so easy?

Sucking at Motherhood,

Sally

 

 

My dear, dear Sally,

Honestly, I don’t believe there’s a mother out there that has her shit together.  And if you think you know one, I guarantee she’s faking it.  She probably fakes those over-the-top orgasms too…

But if she’s not faking it, it’s possible that she’s just not sharing her problems with you.

Take me for instance, I’m sure everyone thinks I’m pretty much perfect. And why wouldn’t they? Just look at the way my underwear always matches my Lulu Lemon yoga pants to disguise the hole in my crotch, how I shave my legs almost every third Monday without fail (excluding Columbus Day), the fact that I never ever entertain guests without wearing pants or a bra. Yes, I imagine, on the surface, I can be quite intimidating. But once you get to know me, you realize that I’m just like every other mother out there, forgetting her kids at the gym daycare and hiding empty wine bottles under discarded boxes of organic cereal stolen from the neighbor’s recycling bin.

Sure, my life might appear to be all roses but it’s more like “all carnations”- you know, not without some emotional strife.

I worry that my daughter’s steady diet of turkey hotdogs will deprive her of essential nutrients causing her to grow crooked like a tree sapling planted in partial shade. But I serve her hotdogs anyway.  Every time we buy our son a video game simply because he wants it, I worry that we’re not teaching him the value of hard, honest work. But I’ve yet to create a chore chart because it’s quicker and easier for me to do a job myself. And when my daughter says “A” is her favorite number…ugh…I worry that she’ll be behind when she enters Kindergarten next year.  But have I made those multi-sensory flash cards that I found on Pinterest? No. No I haven’t.

Speaking of Pinterest, I saw this great quote:

So true.

But I think it needs a little rewording…for us…

 

 

Let me ask you this, Sally: Do your children love you? Do they feel safe? Do they know how much you love them? If so, then you’re rocking this Motherhood thing! Trust me, that’s all anyone will truly remember, and in my opinion, it’s the only thing worth remembering.

 

Give your kids a hug & make Pop Tarts for dinner,

Kim

 

 

 

 

 

 

Motha’s Martini- A simple seasonal drink recipe!

Today is usually Cheapo Wino Review Wednesday but I’m still rocking bronchitis like it’s my job, and I’m pretty sure that makes my palate unreliable. On the bright side, I’ll be ready to cough up a rousing rendition of “Jingle Bells” by the Christmas Holidays. “…coughing all the way, hack, hack, hack”

Instead of a wine suggestion, I’ve decided to give you a delicious, yet simple, seasonal drink recipe that’ll be sure to impress your guests. Don’t worry, it’s not pumpkin.  According to my friend Jenn at Something Clever 2.0, EVERYTHING is pumpkin right now, pumpkin candles, pumpkin beer, pumpkin soup, pumpkin body cream, pumpkin air fresheners, pumpkin douche, etc., and it PISSES HER OFF!  While I don’t share her level of anger or hatred for all things pumpkin, I definitely get it.

*I actually like the pumpkin douche, it smells like pie.

Are you ready for today’s drink recipe?!

drum roll, please…

 

Here’s everything you need:

Pinnacle’s Caramel Apple Vodka

cream liqueur

cinnamon graham cracker

ground cinnamon

apple slice for garnish

Here’s everything you do:

 1. Mix equal parts apple caramel vodka & cream liqueur, shake. Easy, right?

2. Crush a graham cracker with your bare hands.

Pro tip- by channeling your pent-up frustration, hostility, and general antipathy for the unrealistic expectations placed upon you by our judgmental society, you’ll achieve a finer grind.

3. Put some vodka around the rim of the glass then dip it in the graham cracker.

4. Pour the drink in the glass, sprinkle some cinnamon on top, and garnish with an apple wedge!

5. Enjoy!

If you have any seasonal drinks recipes or Mucinex, please share them with me!

Weekend in Crappy Pics!

 

All last week, I worked my ass off around the house…then developed bronchitis.  I think it was my body’s way of saying, “Whoa! Slow down there, Kim. Clean houses are overrated.” So I pretty much sat around all weekend eating nachos and lighting fires in the fireplace.

At some point on Saturday, I peeled myself off the couch to find out why everyone was so quiet. Standing up and looking around, I noticed a theme- Death and Destruction….

The naked, tied-up Barbie concerned me the most. But not enough.

“Carry on.”

On Saturday night, we decided to cook some hot dogs on the grill.  That was an unfortunate idea…

Turns out there was a mouse nest under the burner…which Brian lit before realizing it:(

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for you, I forgot to take a picture of the nest because I was so distraught with guilt and sadness- I thought for sure we roasted a whole rodent family. But guess what? There were no bodies. On a hunch, I told Brian to open the grill’s cabinet doors. He did, and there they were, two adorable mice! They reminded me of my own childhood pet mice, minus the Salmonella & Typhoid fever.

They ran around for a bit while I named them, then they hopped through the back of the cabinet and scampered off into the cold, dark, starry night- her riding on the back of a squirrel as they followed the North Star in search of a manger in which to birth their little Mouse Savior. That’s right, I’ve already written and cast a movie about their life based on the 1965 film “The Greatest Story Ever Told”.  It’s called “The Mouse-siah”, and it stars Stuart Little as Cheesus Christ.

 

On Sunday, I hired two college kids to clean up the leaves in our yard while Brian & Collin watched football, Ana tested & perfected 32 different restraining knots, and I continued to stare at the fireplace and stuff my face.

 

Then on Sunday night, while feeling like a fat sloth, I received this text…

I said to myself, “Hmm…I don’t know an Emma. I should probably click on this and find out what it is.”

So I did…

WTF, Universe?

So then I replied…

 

Oh, and apparently a wind storm came through while we slept last night…blowing leaves into our yard.

Only our yard. But we didn’t get hit by any tornados, like most of the country, so I should probably shut the hell up.

 

How was your weekend?

 

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