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My Weekend Through Crappy Pics.

This weekend was Ana’s 4th birthday, and let me tell you, she had a major bug up her ass! My guess is, she already detests getting older.

The festivities began on Friday, when we took cupcakes to her preschool to share with all of her little friends. According to sources, once the obligatory “Happy Birthday to You” song was sung, Ana chastised the group for singing the updated “cha cha cha” version. Her exact words were “Next year, you don’t sing the “cha cha cha” part. It made me mad!” Something tells me they won’t be singing at all.

On Saturday, we took her to one of those crazy maze/germ pit places. Unfortunately, her foul mood from Friday seemed to have carried over. She pretty much looked like this the whole time…

That bottom right pic is her telling her brother to basically kiss off.

She spent most of her time in the maze, periodically popping out only to give us dirty looks.

And every time we tried to leave, she’d run back into that god-forsaken gerbil tube and hide…

Smarty pants knew we couldn’t go in and snag her because the rules were being strictly enforced by a 16 year old maze guard…

Having no socks, Ana would often taunt me from the other side of this mat.

Eventually we lured her out with the promise of pizza, then we all sat around watching her eat it ever. so. slowly. She did that on purpose.

Once home, we presented our offerings to the alter of her Bitchiness. Everything seemed to be going great until…a little misunderstanding.

The Misunderstanding

Collin had kindly spent his own money to buy Ana a gift, and on the car ride home he gave her some clues as to what he bought.

Collin: “It’s pink, you build it, and it has a chalkboard.” (it was a Hello Kitty scientist Lego set)

We got home and she opened her gifts. Collin gave her a huge pink ball first, then the Lego set. She seemed happy and they both started playing with the ball…then something clicked in her little mind. She stopped mid kick and said “Wait, you didn’t get me a skateboard! Where’s my skateboard?!”.

Collin: “I said a chalkboard, not a skateboard.”

Girlfriend lost her damn mind! She screamed “I don’t like you, I don’t like your ball, and I don’t like your Hello Kitty present!” and kicked the ball HARD into the wall so that it went ricocheting all around the room.

Don’t worry we got it all on video….and she went into time out…and she eventually chilled out…and she apologized to her brother…and I had a glass of wine…or three.

Here’s my question, have we just entered the Eff-ing Fours?

Free Advice Friday! What NOT to bring on a romantic vacation.

Dear Kim,

My husband and I are going to Mexico on our first “adults only” vacation since our kids were born. I’m so excited! I don’t even know what I should pack to make this a special and romantic trip. Do you have any advice?

Por Favor,

Judy

 

 

Dear Judy,

That’s wonderful! I believe that trips, without the children, are necessary for the preservation of the marital relationship. In fact, I used to advise my clients…wait…did I ever mention that I was a marriage counselor for a few weeks?

It was shortly after my WTF greeting card company folded, and I desperately needed some dough for my cat’s third anal cyst surgery. I thought to myself, “Sugar Lips (positive self talk), how can I get Mr. Bojangles to stop licking her ass?” and more importantly, “How am I going to pay for this surgery?”. Then it occurred to me, “I’m married, I have a Bachelors degree in psychology- why not be a marriage counselor?!”

Having just spent a shitload of money on business cards and letterhead for my greeting card company, I decided to name my practice “WTF Greetings Marriage Counseling”. Admittedly, the name created a bit of a buzz in our small Baptist community. And not the good kind of buzz. But I think it was my philosophy that eventually won over the church ladies: “Husbands, admit you’re wrong and you’ll both get along!”

Unfortunately, I believe it was my hours (MWF 2pm-3:45pm) that really killed my business. But hey, Guiding Light wasn’t going to watch itself.

I’m sorry Judy, I seem to have gone off topic. It happens.

Anyway, I’m not going to give you advice on what to pack, instead I’m going to give you advice on a few things NOT to pack. Trust me, this is going to save you embarrassment, money, and time. But mostly embarrassment.

1. Lavender scented bath salts– I don’t care if your pedicure lady swears it’s a “sexy aphrodisiac” for your hotel jacuzzi. Guess what, Xiaoling, customs thought your “sexy aphrodisiac” was a bag of sweet smelling cocaine and they were way too eager to see if I had more.

Riddle: What do customs and dentists have in common? Cavity searches, Xiaoling, cavity searches.

2. Sex toys & kinky lingerie – Whatever you’re into, keep that shit at home! And if you’re traveling internationally…forget it! They’ll open your suitcase in front of the whole plane and toss that crap around like it’s a damn Caesar salad, using “Judy’s lube” as the dressing. *traveler’s tip: hair conditioner and his electric toothbrush will do in a pinch.

3. Sneakers – Hahaha! Pahleeese! Your ass isn’t working out! Save the luggage space for a sombrero and some maracas.

4. A screwdriver– Don’t ask. just know mine was confiscated.

5. Sweet pics of your kids – Ugh. I guarantee, after 3 margaritas and a Kamikaze chaser, you’ll take one look at those “cherubs” in the photo and call home drunk. And during your drunken “I miz my baaabies” conversation, you’ll say something stupid like “Lawd knows, I didn’t mean to gets knocked up wid you, but I’m soooo glad I did!” Trust me, Judy, that phone call was nothing but a big fat therapy bill.

 

Judy, I hope you take my advice to heart. Remember, you can always buy something you forgot, but you can never forget anything you brought.

 

Adios!

Kim

 

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The Beaver Baby Prize Winner!

Today I announce the winner of the Beaver Baby giveaway!

In order to qualify, all you had to do was take about 12 hours of your day, read all about me, and answer 7 detailed questions (that were put in a crossword format, just to push the pain-in-the-ass-ness over the top). I thank everyone that participated!

 

First, the questions and answers:

 

1. One who studies feces. Why, that’s a poopologist, of course.

2. What did I use to flatten my chicken breasts? My car! I thought, “Surly, the weight of my SUV will flatten them”.  I was very wrong. (Pics included)

3. My favorite variety of wine. Cabernet (nom nom nommy!)

4. Which bank’s talent show did I enter Mr. Bojangles in? WSFS  We worked long & hard on his talent portion, and even had his nails done & anal glands expressed. (spoiler: he didn’t win)

5. Another name for vaginal infants. Beaver Babies – I offer a tutorial for the half-assed do-it-yourselfer

6. What selection method did I use for giveaways? Elefun In fact, Elefun makes all of my important life decisions.

7. Name of the possum I ran over. Poor, poor Pickles.  At first, I thought he was just playing possum.

 

And now for the winner….

Jenn from Something Clever 2.0!

 

Congratulations, Jenn!  Please contact me at kim@oneclassymotha.com  with your gender choice, skin tone, baby hair color, and your pubic hair color!  (I hope you have a Brazilian because I’m getting tired of running around town with faux pubes glued to my hands.)

Cheapo Wino Review Wednesday!

Ahh, it feels so good to be back on the “Shh, everyone leave momma alone, she’s relaxing in bed with her glass of wine” train.

Today’s wine review is brought to you by the letter “B”. C’mon, you knew it was only a matter of time before I reviewed a wine called Fat Bastard. Honestly, aren’t you surprised it took this long?

Fat bastard Pinot Noir – $11.99

 

Wine Makers’s Tasting Notes: “Lively and elegant with ripe red fruits and a hint of floral notes. Soft, smooth tannins and rich flavors of strawberries and raspberries, finishing with cherry notes.”

 

Kim’s Tasting Notes: “Yooouuuu lying bastards!”

Smooth? This wine was so tangy (is that even a wine term?) that my salivary glands went into overdrive. The back of the bottle said it had a lot of “body”…yeah, because every sip is thickened by your own disgusting spit! So I guess, technically, there’s some truth in their advertising.

But I will say that this wine’s color was absolutely beautiful! It was a deep cherry red, like highest quality blood plasma available on the market today…if there is a market for blood plasma- I’m not sure, I’m not a doctor.

To sum it up, I really didn’t like it. But after repeated attempts and a self-motivational talk, I did manage to finish my glass. Though, I’m not sure how helpful that knowledge is, we both know I’d finish my glass even if it was filtered through my sports bra first…wasting wine is never an option.

So, if you like tangy, drinking your own saliva, and the color of fresh blood, definitely buy Fat Bastard Pinot Noir today! (I’m an awesome spokesperson, and available for your marketing projects)

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