پاکستان میں Mostbet com ویب سائٹ ملاحظہ کریں، اور آپ یقینی طور پر کھیلوں پر شرط لگانے یا آن لائن کیسینو میں کھیلنے کے لیے یہاں واپس آنا چاہیں گے۔ کھیلوں کے شائقین کو ایونٹس کے ایک بڑے انتخاب، مختلف پروموشنز اور بونسز، مفت بیٹس، مفت گھماؤ اور زیادہ مشکلات تک رسائی حاصل ہے۔ اور کھیل کو مزید آسان بنانے کے لیے، ہم نے ایک موبائل ایپلیکیشن تیار کی ہے جسے آپ آسانی سے اپنے فون پر انسٹال کر سکتے ہیں۔

Tips for Tuesday – Anger, Protein drinks, and Yentl

If you follow me on twitter you might have noticed that my tweets this week have lost a bit of their quirky humor and have instead, been replaced by tweets laced with anger and irritation. Take my exchange with Tampax for example (Yes! THE Tampax!…I was a little star struck!

The whole family is PMS-ing today. Makes me want to put a tampon in their mouths and watch it expand. A @Tampax tampon. (call me,Tampax)

@MothaKim Sounds like a job for our Multipax! #TampItToTheMax

.@Tampax Yes! Different sizes for Different mouths because not everbody has the same flow of bullshit. #TampitToTheMax

@MothaKim hahaha! You’re definitely on to something here!

 

See what I mean?

But there’s a perfectly good explanation for all of this bitchiness…ready…… I’m on a low carb / no sugar diet (gasp!).

Sadly, it turns out that sugar is what keeps me stable, keeps me sweet, and unfortunately, keeps me regaining those damn 10 pounds.

Anyway, I’ve been really missing the chocolate martinis I had almost every night in December. Some nights (I’m only on Day 5) my desire for one was so bad that I would fall to my knees and sing sorrowfully like Barbra Streisand in Yentl , “Martini, can you hear me?”

If you’re not familiar with it, watch the video and replace “Papa” with “Martini” then you’ll truly understand my angst.

*skip ahead to 36 sec if you’re impatient.

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In the middle of one of my little breakdowns, I remembered that Brian had purchased (at my request) a huge box of Muscle Milk from Costco. This shit is no joke! It has 20 grams of protein and something like 6 carbs. And guess what….it was chocolate flavored.

Are you thinking what I’m thinking? “Oh no she didn’t!” YES. I. DID.

TODAY’S TIP

Chocolate Muscle Milk Martini

What you’ll need:

Muscle milk, vodka, shaker, glass

Directions:

Mix Chocolate Muscle Milk with copious amounts of vodka (I chose Glazed Donut flavor, yum!).

* I know what you’re thinking here, ‘is vodka low carb or low sugar?’. I have no clue.

I chose to garnish with a brussel sprout to represent its health benefits.

Review

While it was surprisingly somewhat tasty, it wasn’t a chocolate martini. But seriously, did you really think it would be? Now, I did notice an aftertaste that lingered in my mouth for hours (maybe days) regardless of how many times I brushed my teeth, but I think that’s indicative of protein drinks in general. If you like these types of shakes, which I sorta do, it was better than not having a martini. In fact, if you think about it, Muscle Milk is a meal replacement so this could technically be considered dinner and drinks. Now that’s multi-taking!

Give it a try and let me know what you think. Or better yet, come up with another drink and send me the recipe! Thanks in advance!

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.

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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