Tips for Tuesday! Parasite Parenting

In honor of the upcoming Memorial Day weekend, it was a no brainer to re-post this beach bound tip that was helpful to so many last year. You’re welcome.

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After seeing my photo…

…some of you have expressed an interest in how you too can locate a surrogate family to play with and entertain your young children while you relax on the beach. Here are the recommended steps you should take to weasel your kids into another family’s fun:

PARASITE PARENTING at the beach

 

1. Location, Location, Location

Choosing the right spot on the sand is crucial for creating an afternoon of lackadaisical parenting.

Things to look for in an ideal location:
– Sit right next to or behind a landmark (i.e. Lifeguard Stand, “Danger” sign, or one of those really obnoxious sun tents that could double as a homeless shelter in the off season). Point these out to your kids so they’ll have an easier time finding you when the host family leaves. And mark my words, they will leave when they realize what’s happening.

-Always choose to sit near a family that is digging a hole. Whether they’re digging to China or digging a hole to drop a body in later, it doesn’t matter. It just needs to be a hole that your child will wander into and want to stay in for the long haul. However, it’s very important that the hole is being dug by the father and his children, not the mother. It’s been my experience that fathers start a hole and then become obsessed with making it bigger and bigger, deeper and deeper. They have a stick-to-it-ness that mothers don’t. I think it’s some sort of vagina-envy-but-with-a-hole thing.

*Side note: today’s father disappeared underground and only came up when he found a blue crab and bones of questionable origin. The kids were fascinated by both.

 

2. Maintain an Appearance of Effort

If the other family gets a whiff of your shirked parental duties they’ll shut your kid out. They’ll claim it’s because they want to spend “quality time” alone with their own kids, but really they’re just pissed because you’re more clever (clever-er?) than they are. To avoid this you have to do a bit of work. But don’t worry, this can be carried out between martini refills and chapters of your Fifty Shades of Grey.

Do the following:

– You should occasionally (about every 30 min) approach your child and spray sunblock on him/her while saying, “Honey, why don’t you come back to our blanket and brush up on math problems, or maybe snack on some edamame?”
*If your kid follows you back then I can’t relate to you- and I bet we’re not friends.

– You MUST wave to the other parents at least once, shrug, and mouth the words “she loves you”. Make sure to follow it with a look that says “Yikes, I’m so sorry”.

– Drop off crackers, gum, juice boxes, shovels, and buckets at the edge of the hole – basically help your kids set up shop so that they have no reason to come back before the sun goes down. On your way back to your chair say to the dad “Great Job! I’ll be over here on my iPhone looking up Guinnessworldrecords.com for the deepest beach hole. I’ll let you know what I find. Though the internet has been really slow today. Weird.”

 

By following the above steps you should be able to read a book, play UNO, get a tan, or brush up on your bartending skills, all with little interruption. That reminds me of my last point…pack drinks in a quality thermos as it’s vital that you keep your beverages ice cold. I can’t stress this enough! Sure, a quality thermos costs more than a repurposed Turkey Hill Iced Tea container but it’s worth the investment. No one wants to drink a warm margarita while watching another mom plead with your child to stop throwing sand in her eyes- it’s a buzz kill.

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Free Advice Friday! A pain in the pianist.

Dear Kim,

I signed my daughter up for piano lessons last month because she begged and begged, claiming it was her dream to be a Pianist. I even went so far as to buy her a used upright piano to practice on. Suddenly, she’s decided that she’s no good at it and lacks natural talent, so she wants to quit. I’m not sure if I should make her continue or let her give up. What would you do?

Sincerely,
Pain in the Piano, Pam

Dear Pam,

Let me give you some straight forward advice in the most roundabout way that I can…

When I was in high school, I remember my father desperately trying to lower his blood pressure by trying a variety of relaxation techniques suggested to him by his doctor.

One day, he came home with a Yanni tape and announced to the family that he was going to listen to this “angel of the piano” everyday, in the car, on his way home from work. He believed that, after 5pm, Yanni was his key to a stress free existence. After 7pm, it was vodka.

Pam, this is how that went:

Day 1: One minute in, the tape deck ate his Yanni tape.
So…he went out and bought another one.

Day 2: Five minutes in, the tape deck ate his second Yanni tape.
So…he went out and bought another one.

Day 3: The tape deck ate his third Yanni tape …and spit it out!

So…he pulled up to our house and grabbed his hammer from the laundry room. He then walked past my frightened mother, pulled the tape deck out of car and began smashing it all over the sidewalk. Not surprisingly, the two approaching church missionaries made a u-turn.

Day 4: He went out and bought a new tape deck and a fourth Yanni tape.
And that bitch worked, Pam! It worked! I never saw a man so relaxed.

The Moral

That week, I learned three moderately valuable lessons from my dad:

Lesson 1- Always use medication to treat high blood pressure.

Lesson 2- Foam flip flops embedded with crushed electronics can double as tap shoes.

Lesson 3- Never give up on your dreams! (unless your dreams are bat shit crazy and involve me.)

Pam, I recommend sharing this inspirational story with your daughter, I think she’ll have a change of heart, and perhaps be moved to tears. I’m told my stories usually evoke tears.

Yours Truly (but not really),
Kim

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Cheapo Wino Review Wednesday! Josh Cellars

It’s that time of the week! Today’s wine…

 

Josh Cellars Cabernet Sauvignon 2011- $12.99

Winemaker’s Notes: “Rich, aromatic dark fruits and baking spices delight the nose, yielding fresh plum and blackberry fruit, violet, dried fig, vanilla bean and Chinese Five-Spice. The wine is juicy with the plum and blackberry flavors prominent, layered with smoky and sappy maple wood, roasted almonds and hazelnuts, finishing long with fine, firm tannins.”

Kim’s Notes: “Mmm, as balanced as my mood after eating copious amounts of sugary carbs.”

This wine paired wonderfully with my favorite Eggplant Pizza and those five handfuls of chocolate chips that I ate directly from the bag. However, it was not compatible with being informed of my husband’s upcoming business trip…I detected a sourness when swallowing that news.

The flavors that I noticed were NOT Chinese Five-Spice, Mr. winemaker, (WTF? Are these chicken wings or something?), but rather berry and chocolate. It’s like Fruit Loops and Cocoa Puffs had a baby, and then they squished that baby until all of its red juices came running out. Yum!…if that visual doesn’t make you want to run out and buy it, what will?

Mid-tasting, Brian came strolling through the kitchen to find me drawing lewd pictures of a Fruit Loop and Cocoa Puff having sex- it was intercereal and it. was. beautiful! Closing his eyes, and my notebook, he suggested that I might want to approach this a little more professionally, “Maybe focus on the flavors detected on your palate?”

After wiping the “la di freakin da” taste out of my mouth, I took a sip, smacked my lips together, and declared (sounding like Patrick Star), “I detect light tannins upfront” sip, smack smack smack “It’s very smooth on the mid palate” sip, smack smack smack “and a tang just hit the back of my throat”, at which point Brian choked on his lemon water. Now who wasn’t being professional?

I would definitely recommend this wine, it’s subtle, fruity yet warm, and smooth…just like me (except my legs…my legs are rarely smooth).

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Mother’s Day weekend in crappy pics

How was your weekend? Ours was pretty damn good.

We started out on Saturday morning by going to a local flower market event filled with crafts, questionable carnival rides (seeing rusty bolts only adds to the excitement), pony rides, and food food food. Surprisingly, Ana had a great time and didn’t pitch a bitch…until we informed her that we were leaving. Then came the standoff…


You guys would’ve been so proud of me. I was the patient, sensitive, and compromising mother that I read about in all those “How to be a Better Mom” books – yes, I read them…then I cut out their centers to hide valuables like Xanax or chocolate.

Eventually, I convinced her to head towards our car to check out the motorcycles that were parked behind us. It occurred to me that her intent was to knock them over like domino’s, just to screw us over. I made sure to hold her hand.

Once we got home, I flopped around until 5pm, then I got dressed and said “Bye everyone, I’m going to go workout with Aunt Joanne” (insert one of those ‘records being scratched’ sounds). Confused looks were exchanged, calendars and watches were checked. Yes, it was Saturday night and Aunt Joanne (my BFF) and I were EXERCISING, not drinking. I admit, it looked suspicious. But she was dragging me to some Zumba event being held at a local club (sans alcohol…ugh).

If you’re not familiar with Zumba, it’s essentially dancing like an uncoordinated fool in the name of exercise.

OMG, apparently this shit is serious! It was like a concert event, complete with T-shirts, a famous Zumba guest star, and screaming…plenty of screaming!

I started out clunky and out of sync but by the end I was thinking crazy thoughts like, “I’m soooo good!”, “Why have I never auditioned for So You Think You Can Dance?”, and “I could make a career out of this!” That’s the brainwashing power of a Zumba concert. Oh, and don’t even get me started on the Zumba guest star! Oh Ed, Ed, Eddie…I swear you were a stripper before you started doing Zumba. Now I get why all those ladies were there on a Saturday night. If everyone’s panties weren’t suctioned to their ass with sweat, I bet they would’ve covered the stage.

After Zumba we went out for a shitload of nachos and margaritas because self-sabotage is kinda our thang.

 

On Sunday, Mother’s Day, Brian woke up with the kids, made everyone breakfast, let the dogs out, and explained to Ana that she was to come to him with all of her demands (including, but not limited to, ass wiping). I laid in bed until about 10:30am, when it became apparent that I wasn’t getting breakfast in bed.

The children and Brian presented me with their homemade cards (my favorite). Collin’s said I was “Legit”- I don’t know what that means, but I couldn’t stop singing MC Hammer’s “Too Legit to Quit”. Maybe he’s encouraging me to not quit motherhood? Brian’s said something about me being the perfect mother (Let’s not go so obviously overboard…make it at least believable). And Ana’s…well, she made one with a modern impressionist drawing on the front (aka- no clue what it was), and one at school:

 

Fixing the plants? I had to ask the teacher if these answers belonged to another student, one whose mother can keep plants alive. Nope, Ana’s. Encouraged by her faith in me, I headed to a nearby nursery to purchase a trunk load of flowers.

As I strolled along the rows of plants and flowers, I could see them all shaking. I kept telling myself that it was the wind that made them tremble, but in my heart I knew it was fear…fear that I might choose them.

Here’s a pic of their death row holding cell:

When I returned home, Ana helped me plant them while Brian calculated how much money I just threw away. At least Ana has faith in me.

After planting everything, I got a shower and we headed out for dinner…more nachos and margaritas (sans the Zumba)!

What did you do for Mother’s Day?

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