I look like her? Aww, thanks! Wait…do you think she’s ugly?

 

It started right after the movie Jerry Maguire came out.

Waitress: “You look like Renee Zellweger.”

Me: “Really? Thanks!”

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Cashier: “Has anyone ever told you that you look like Renee Zellweger?”

Me: “Why yes they have.”

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Parking Attendant: “You know who you look like?”

Me: “Renee Zellweger?”

Parking Attendant: “Yeah!”

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Drive Thru guy ” You look like….”

Me: “I know. You had me at ‘Welcome to McDonalds’. Can I have my fries now?”

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I took this comparison as a compliment, after all, I saw Jerry Maguire and I thought she was adorable in it. But one day, my manager said this:

 

Manager: My son was so ugly when he was born. His face was all puffy and his eyes were all squinty. Ugh, he looked just like Renee Zellweger! Poor kid.

Me: So you think Renee Zellweger is ugly? Like really ugly?

Manager: God, yes.

I took a longer break than usual that day.

 

Well, Renee kinda disappeared from the limelight over these past few years and so have the comparisons. But then the Oscars happened.

So yesterday, as I’m paying at Marshalls (I bought these adorable B.O.C. sandals for Ana- only $14.99!)

the dude cashier says, “Has anyone ever told you that you favor Renee Zellweger?” At that moment I felt like grabbing his shirt, sticking my pen under his throat (I was in the middle of signing the Visa receipt), and hissing “Do you think she’s hot or ugly? Huh punk?” but I didn’t think the honesty of his answer could be guaranteed. So instead, I put the pen down gently and quietly said, “All the time…all the time.”

Then I texted Brian…

 

Me: It’s starting again. The cashier at Marshalls told me I look like Renee Zellweger.

Brian: Get out! I saw her on the Oscars the other day, she was actually looking really good.

Me: So I guess it’s a compliment?

Brian: Now, I would say yes.


Now?

 

Frankly, Brian and I don’t see the resemblance, but can a gazillion strangers be wrong? Let’s take a look (I’ll let Brian be George Clooney).

 

I’ve broken down our facial features…

I kinda see it here…

Do people tell you that you look like someone? Are you flattered or insulted?

Brian’s mom thinks he looks like Seinfeld. What do you think?

Is this me or Renee eating her first oyster last summer? “Oyster, you complete me”

 

 

Tips for Tuesday: C-Section Babies, A labor of love!

For the past couple months, I’ve been saying that I’m going to come out with an alternative to Beaver Babies for teaching “where babies come from”. After all, not everyone has a vaginal delivery, I didn’t (normally I would wonder if that was tmi, but I’m pretty sure I crossed that line a long time ago).

Well today is the day that you’ve been waiting for (at least two of you, anyway)…drum roll please…today I’m debuting the C-section Baby tutorial!

So grab your scissors, felt, and faux pubes and let’s have a baby!

 

Materials

Felt, glue, faux pubic hair, and random craft crap

 

Instructions (contact me for templates)

1. First, you’ll need to trace all the templates and cut out the body parts for your mommy. I kinda winged the head.

…then the same for the baby.

 

2. match up the back of the baby with the front of the mommy and cut out a c-section opening. Sadly, this one here looks like my first crappy c-section *scar.

* Dr. Cooke, how about the next time you use staples (instead of stitches), you try not forgetting about your patient for weeks. Then maybe you won’t be forced to throw down your Office Depot staple remover in exchange for the pair of industrial pliers you keep hidden in your desk. Just a suggestion. And you suck.

 

3. Sew the boobies on the mom. Now remember, if you’ve always wanted bigger, perkier boobs, now’s the time. Next, glue just the tips of the body parts on the very edge of the main body then fold them in.  Put the front and back of the mommy together (right sides facing each other) and sew around edges. turn inside out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Voila!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ok, my proportions might appear to be off but I assure you, at 5’3, this is how I looked pregnant…like a engorged tick. Make your own damn modifications if it bothers you. I only create what I know.

 

4. Don’t forget to add the piece de resistance…the faux pubic hair!

Tip: We all know that a very pregnant lady can’t even see her vajayjay, let alone shave down there. So to make it look more realistic, apply a shitload of hair, then layer it with more. I was tempted to use the whole damn bag.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

5. Now it’s time to assemble the baby by sewing the facial features and blanket together. Then put the baby front and baby back together (right sides together) and sew around edges, then turn inside out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

6. It’s time to put them together. Turn the baby inside out and shove it in the mommy’s belly…like nature intended. Then stitch the openings together.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

7. Now you can personalize it by adding a photo of the mom-to-be! Here I am…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This pic is from our Christmas card.

Not surprisingly, staring at my face on this doll gave me pregnancy flashbacks and I suddenly felt very exposed. So I sewed myself a little pink maternity dress.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That’s better.

 

Now you’re ready to explain to your children about the miracle of life through c-section! Let me re-emphasize “your children“- believe it or not, some parents are so uncomfortable discussing anything remotely sexual that they would rather let their children learn about the birds & bees from ignorant 6th graders on the school bus. I should know, I’m one of them.  I’m not busting this thing out until their wedding day.

 

 

 

 

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Happy Margarita Day!!!!

Free Advice Friday? Screw that, it’s National Margarita Day!

Oh wait, you came here for advice and “damn it!” you want your advice? Okie dokie, I advise you to go make a margarita and chill out! Did you know that margaritas have been known to temporarily solve a multitude of problems? They can create a few long term ones too- but let’s focus on the positive today.

So what are your National Margarita Day plans today? I’ll be spending the evening with my BFF Joanne, doing what we do best…beautifying the world with our stellar personalities while drinking margaritas on the rocks with salt.

Not that we need a National Margarita Day as a reason to drink them, we can find any excuse. New job? Margaritas! Bad day? Margaritas! Negative pregnancy test? Margaritas! Margaritas! Margaritas! We even had a margarita party for her 40th birthday.

Here’s Brian and I at her party. I’m about 3 margaritas in, you can tell by the bloat.

Yes, we are jackasses.

In honor of National Margarita day, I’m giving you guys the recipe for my perfect (but simple) margaritas, so that you too can celebrate!

One Classy Margarita!

Ingredients

Limes, triple sec, tequila, sugar, salt (optional if you’re a wuss)…that’s it!

Directions

Mix equal parts tequila, triple sec, and lime juice. Add 2T of sugar for every 8oz of lime juice (if that’s too sweet then I meant 2 tsp.- oops). Shake with ice. Put in a glass rimmed with salt. Drink!

Now, I’m not saying that it’s the best margarita in the world, it’s just the best one I’ve come up with so far. So if you have a favorite recipe, please share it in the comments section so I can make it tonight!

You guys, I’m so excited, I think I just wet my pants! Good thing I’m wearing panty liners. Ole!

My haircut victim’s revenge.

As some of you may have already read, on Sunday I gave Ana a god awful home-made haircut (it put the “home” in homely) and boy was she pissed!

Who’s mommy’s pretty girl?

You can read that sad story here.

Anyway, I’ve since noticed a little “backlash”.  It started subtly enough.  She was really mean to her playdate on Monday, saying things like “You can’t play with my toys”, “You’re not my friend anymore”, and the most ridiculous one:

“I don’t like your hair!” Really Ana?

Her friend was all like, “Bitch! Did you just go there?! Oh hell no!” (Preschooler to Street Talk translation)

On Tuesday, Collin discovered something disturbing in Ana’s dollhouse….

Yes- the whole doll family, except the little blonde girl (go figure), was shoved into this wardrobe and then taped up, I assume to prevent escape.  Is she sending us a message?  Oh lord, I hope she’s at least providing them with food and water.

Then on Wednesday, she approached me like this…

Is that shit?

OMG! Did she just smear crap on her hands and now she’s threatening to touch me with it? WTF?! So ran behind the kitchen island, putting a possible shit blockade between us, and I yelled  “What is that? What’s on your hands?”

Girlfriend knew exactly what she was doing.  She laughed and said “Oh mommy! hahaha It’s just brown marker.” -talking to me like I was the crazy one!

Well yesterday, it all came to an ugly head…

Collin needed a haircut, so I told Ana that we were going to the hair salon and Shit. Hit. The. Fan!

She threw a fit and refused to get in the car.  Long story short, the stand off ended with me carrying her to the car (without her shoes on) and strapping her in her carseat while she spewed verbal venom everywhere:

“I don’t like you. I don’t like your shirt.  And I don’t like your face!”

and then,for good measure, she threw in:

“And I don’t like any colors of the rainbow either!”

What does that even mean?  She had clearly lost her mind.

When we arrived at the salon, I was surprised that she settled down.  Ok, that’s not entirely true, at first she laid on their bench screaming for a professional haircut.  After promising her she could get one tomorrow at a super cool salon (Kids Kuts), then she settled down.

I am so hopeful that, after today’s haircut, this ugliness will be behind us.  I was going to end this post by promising never to cut her hair again, but we both know that would be a lie.

 

 

 

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