Free Advice Friday! Too much candy?

Dear Kim,

We have so much damn Halloween candy at our house! How do I keep my kids from eating it all? Should I just throw it away? I don’t want them to hate me but I also don’t need a huge dentist bill! Help!

Terri in Candyfrigginland, CA

Dear Terri,

Rule #1 – Never ever do anything that your children can pin directly on you. Raising kids that don’t hate you or rat you out to their future therapists requires a certain level of psychological manipulation on your part. Terri, you’ve come to the right place.

The first thing you need to do is to separate the candy into two piles, candy you love and candy you hate.

Taffy? ugh. That should come with a coupon for a root canal.

Next, you’ll want to hide your favorite candy for private consumption at a later date. I like to choose my candy hiding spots by taking cues from drug trafficking movies. However, I don’t recommend shoving anything up your hooha- I did that once with Whoppers and I swear those damn malt balls gave me a yeast infection.

Some locations I have successfully used are:

– inside metal curtain rods

– books that I’ve hollowed out (preferably ones that you’d never reread. I like to use cookbooks)

– inside tampon boxes (what sicko is going in there for candy? You are, Slick!)

Damn right, Kit Kat’s are SUPER!

– under toilet tank covers

It’s really a good hiding spot for almost anything.

Now that your new candy is safe, it’s time to destroy your children’s remaining supply.

The way you go about this is very specific to your family’s situation. Here are a few options I have used over the years:

Does your child have allergies?

Collin is allergic to walnuts. They cause his lips to swell, his throat to itch, and his eyes to water. Needless to say he avoids them at all cost. So when I don’t want him to eat something I simply say “it contains walnuts” or “it may have trace amounts of walnuts” or “produced in a factory that uses walnuts”. Then I add “Oh man, that stinks!” The poor kid goes running for the hills like a grenade is about to explode. Consequently, he’s developed a paranoia about the junk food industry trying to kill him.

Do you own a dog?

Mr. Bojangles is my fall guy. And it’s a role he’s comfortable playing as long as I slip him a Pop Tart for his troubles.

To pull this off, you need to spread the vile candy on the floor, scatter some wrappers around, and place your dog in the center. Quickly (before your pet actually eats the candy) snap a picture of your “bad doggie” in a compromising position. Make certain that the picture is blurry- you want your children to believe you were rushing in to save their candy.

*if you don’t have a dog, you can use a fat cat. But never use a bunny or a goldfish, that’s just insulting your kid’s intelligence. Isn’t it bad enough that you’re lying to them?

Ants

This approach is for the truly desperate parent, only to be used when all other tactics fail. You need your children’s candy to become infested. Hundreds of tiny bugs crawling all over food creates that “Oh hell no! I’m not eating that shit!” reaction that you need.

Ok, so it’s cold out, ants are getting harder to come by. I am going to go ahead here and recommend www.antsalive.com . They offer priority shipping and discounts on multiple supplies. Mention my name and you’ll get my 10% Halloween discount*. I use them for all my ant needs**.

*No you won’t.

**No I don’t.

***Important note: Have ant spray handy when they arrive as this approach does pose some risks. If you accidentally let ants loose in your house at Halloween, I can guarantee they ain’t leaving until well after Easter. And for God’s sake Terri, don’t buy the red fire ants no matter how cool you think they’ll look covering a Almond Joy!

Terri, I hope I’ve given you some useful advice or at least helped you develop some of your own ideas that will fit the needs of you and your family.

Legal Disclaimer: Never substitute my advice for your own common sense…’cause that would be stupid.

Sincerely,

Kim

Happy Halloween and a dead cat.

I have some very sad news…I just came back from putting our 19 year old cat to sleep. I have never had to do that before and it broke my heart.

I was very concerned about how Collin would handle the news.  I even thought about hiding it from him until tomorrow so that it wouldn’t damper his Halloween excitement.  Unfortunately, when I walked in the door, my red eyes gave it away. So I took a deep breath and delivered the most comforting speech I could.

Well, um, he handled it pretty damn well.  In fact, he was more upset the day his hermit crab died, and he only knew him for 3 days.  I kinda get it though- while I loved Chloe dearly, I have to admit she wasn’t the most emotionally stable animal…only the good die young, right? And she was old…so very old.

Anyway, I’m in mourning.  No one else, just me.

In the meantime, I thought I’d entertain you with a few pics of the very much alive, Mr. Bojangles, getting his Luau costume on…

I am NOT wearing the matching shirt.

what did I just say?!. Back the hell up with that palm tree lookin’ shit!

I SWEAR I’LL EAT YOUR FIRST BORN!

Bitch. I can’t even look at you right now.

Happy Halloween!  Stay safe, warm, and check your apples for razor blades!

Preparing to Lose My Mind- Hurricane Sandy

Mental and physical preparations for this storm have been extremely stressful for our family. At first we said “screw it all” and considered leaving the area. But because I insisted that we take the dog with us, we had to find a dog friendly hotel. After calling around, the only affordable hotel with availability, that would accept a big dog, was The Red Roof Inn. Um, no thanks. If we can’t ride out the storm in a 4 star suite we’d rather stay home and risk death. That’s how we roll.

Once we officially announced that we were going to hunker down, I decided that we just had to have a camp stove. So my hunt began late Sunday morning. That was stupid. Apparently everyone else wanted a camp stove too, but they were smart enough to buy one in advance. At every store I walked in, the salesmen laughed at me like I was a pregnant woman looking to buy condoms “too late lady, too late”.

On my way out of one store, I heard the salesman say “Remember, camp stoves are designed for outdoor use. Make sure you’re in a well ventilated area because carbon monoxide..blah blah blah” That’s all I needed to hear. Right there I knew that a camp stove was not for us. I’m that OCD person that checks that their curling iron is turned off before leaving the house, at least 5 times – never mind worrying about carbon monoxide “the silent killer” (or is that hypertension?)

*NOTE- OH MY GOD, GUYS…as I’m writing this, the kids are constantly fighting and interrupting me…and we’re not even in the basement yet!!! Is there such a thing as an inappropriate time to drink on a day like this?

Sorry about that. Where was I? Oh yeah…

So over the past 24 hours, I told everyone that they were responsible for gathering what they thought were important items to take to the basement. We agreed on many things: flashlights, water, batteries, snacks, etc. But some of our priorities were not in alignment and that’s where the bickering began.

Our basement was getting filled to the gill and we had to make some cuts (the violin) and tough choices. It’s like that game: if you were going to be stranded on an island and could only take 1 thing, what would it be? In the end, I chose wine, Brian picked chocolate, Collin took 1,000 tiny Lego pieces that will wedge up our asses in the darkness, and Ana grabbed as many stuffed animals as her little arms would hold. (And Mr.Bojangles took his bacon flavored bone- if you care).

And get a look at our non-perishable food stash that is meant to sustain us in the event that we are stranded for a week or more…

No need for a can opener.

I’m guessing we’ve made some poor choices.

I can’t even imagine the evening that we’re in for. Wait, yes I can- the power will go out, the kids will wrestle, the dog will crap on the floor (in the dark), and there’ll be plenty of yelling and crying (both emanating from me).

When we emerge from this storm, I can almost guarantee you’ll see marks on the basement door where I tried to claw my way out.

I have to go now because everyone is in a tizzy and driving me craaazy! It’s getting increasingly hard to string sentences together.

If you’re in the Northeast too, stay safe, stay dry, stay sane! I’ll catch up with everyone when the power returns.

They asked, I answered

For this week’s Theme Thursday, myself and other bloggers are answering several questions that have been posed to us.  Some answers may be predictable, some might be surprising, and a few might be better read after you’re done eating.

Questions:

1.What’s the dorkiest thing that gets you excited?

The Dewey Decimal System!  There’s something about its order and predictability that just turns me on.  As a teenage, I spent many Friday nights at the library.  While most girls were on dates, running their fingers through their boyfriend’s hair, I was running my fingers through the card catalog.  As I got older, I would only date guys that were librarians because they knew how to turn me on – they’d start with my ankle…then my back…over to my chest…”Oh god, yes!  Alphabetize me!”

Then I discovered wine.

2.  What hidden/odd talent do you have?

I think this video sums it up. I’m available for birthdays and bar mitzvahs. (P.S. My best Marilyn Monroe impression)

Ankle Idol

3.  What’s the worse job you ever had?

I was an appointment setter for a door to door meat man (insert your own joke here). I sat in a 5×8 closet, making cold calls to people, selling them on the opportunity to possibly buy frozen meat. But you know, that still wasn’t as bad as the week I spent as a waitress.  They had 50 burgers named after famous people (Laurel and Hardy burger, the Catherine Hepburn burger, the Cheech and Chong burger…) and I was suppose to memorize them all during my free time instead of going to the bars with my friends.  Well, after day 5, I said “stick this job up your Three Stooges ass”.

4. If your readers met you in person, what would surprise them most about you?

That I don’t curse much in person, and never in front of my children.  It’s true god dammit!  What, you don’t believe that shit?

5.  Is there someone you wish you could apologize to?

Dear Denny’s staff in Burlington VT,

I am so so sorry.  It was an ill attempt by a very drunk person to hover over the toilet seat while peeing.  I really don’t remember the incident but my friend tells me that it was quite a mess. And that is why we suddenly took our Over My Hammy meal to go.

Sincerely sorry,

Kim

6.  What’s you guilty pleasure?

That’s easy, wine and chocolate…and giving back to my community.

7. Which skeeves you out the most: vomit, poop, snot, or pubic hair?

Vomit, no. Poop, no. Snot, if it’s smeared and dried. Pubic hair, intact – no, laying on the toilet – yes!  In fact, I even have problems eating the grain quinoa because they leave these little things behind when they’re cooked that look like mouse pubes.

8.  Is there anyone you’re secretly jealous of?

Pretty much anyone that gets paid to do what they love.  Of course, I would never wish them otherwise, I just want that too!  Don’t we all?

9.  What’s the grossest thing you found in your food?

I was once in a Vietnamese restaurant enjoying some kind of shrimp dish in some kind of weird sauce (Vietnamese cuisine sucks).  While I was chewing, I bit into something hard.  I pulled out of my mouth, what looked like a tiny tibia and femur bone.  I was horrified, but I made it do a little jig before I called the waiter over. He says, “Oh, haha, no worry. That just a frog leg.”  Then he walked away. Just. walked. away.  I think he considered it a bonus, like finding a diamond among shit.  He probably added a damn dollar to my bill.  Needless to say, I did not return.

10.  What do you want on your tombstone (the actual stone, not the pizza)?

I thought long and hard about this…

Here lies Kim

she made us laugh

a wonderful person

with a mighty fine ass.

 

Pop in and check out my friends’ responses. Click on the links under Theme Thursday, over there ——->

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