Inner Harbor Trip – Day 2, (spoiler) I can’t believe nothing or nobody broke

Today we had a fancy breakfast in the hotel restaurant. And by fancy, I mean breakable china and tapestry covered chairs which I’m guessing weren’t Scotch Guarded. I was nervous about it but the kids did alright; nothing was broken and nobody pissed themselves. I call that a success.

After breakfast we made the 1/2 mile trek to the National Aquarium, it was crazy freezing. And the whole walk was filled with Collin bitching about not taking a cab.

If you’ve never been to the National Aquarium in Baltimore I highly suggest you go, it’s an awesome place! Except they don’t have penguins or sea otters. I was way pissed about the sea otters ’cause I loooove sea otters. I swear, if I could keep one for a pet I would.  I’d name him Timmy and hand feed him cans of sardines while he floated on his back in my jacuzzi tub. He’d never have to smash open another clam again as long as I was around.  I would give him the life his parents never had.

That’s right Timmy! A lifetime supply of shucked oysters!

Despite the absence of penguin & otter, we had a really great time.  The only thing that marred the trip was maybe Ana’s foot getting stuck under a revolving door*.

*she also got stuck in the aquarium’s 4-D movie theater seat, it folded with her in it. But that’s small potatoes in our world so I won’t expand.

Something told me I should have carried her through the revolving door…it was the sign that said “Warning, Carry Small Children Through the Revolving Door”.

Anyway she got ahead of me and jumped in the door with Collin. I was about to enter behind them but a mother and son stormed in front of me. Ok, maybe they didn’t ‘storm’ but this is my story.

So this little boy pushes the door much too hard and fast causing Ana to trip and fall. I expected her to get right back up but she just sat there crying, essentially trapping her and Collin in the revolving door. So he starts banging on the glass door, fogging it up and mouthing the words ‘Help me’, while I’m yelling for Ana to “Please get up! Keep moving!”  But she doesn’t. In fact, her screaming starts to escalate as she pulls on her leg. Then I see it, holy shit, her foot is somehow stuck UNDER the revolving door!

I rush over and try to push her foot back under but it won’t budge. People start to crowd around and begin shouting out helpful ideas “pull the door” “push harder” “cut the leg off”. Finally I hear “take the shoe off”. Ding Ding Ding, I think we have a winner. But the problem was I couldn’t reach the top of her shoe. So I begin giving Collin directions through the glass.  Man oh man, I felt like I was in one of those movies where the pilot is knocked unconscious and the ground control has to instruct an ordinary passenger on how to land the plane. And judging by the panicked look in Collin’s eyes, I thought we were all going to crash.

I have to give him props though, he did eventually release her from the shoe. And somehow she pulled her shit together enough to walk out of the ‘revolving door of death’. The mother of the little boy apologized but the kid gave Ana a crappy look for holding him up. Nice. By the way, this all happened as we were leaving the exhibit, Australia: Dangerous Extremes. The irony was not lost on me.

After the aquarium we walked over to the Hard Rock Cafe for lunch/dinner (it was 3:30pm). Of course they had a revolving door so Ana was trembling. As we were sitting there looking at the memorabilia, Collin sees this picture…

and an Abbott and Costello routine unfolded:

Him: Is that a famous football team?

Me: No, The Who

Him: Those guys right there.

Me: I know, that’s The Who

Him: I don’t know who it is. If I did I wouldn’t ask you.

Me: It’s a band called The Who

Him (getting really pissed): I. DON’T. KNOW!

Me: I can’t take this. Just read it.

Him (reads it): ohhh! The Who is a band.

I ordered a margarita on the rocks with salt.

I would like to take a moment here to praise my son. Before we left the restaurant he decided he wanted to donate $5.00 of his allowance to WhyHunger.org, a charity that seeks to end poverty and hunger (Hard Rock is a long-time partner of this organization). I didn’t prompt this at all! He’s such a sweet boy. Frustrating but sweet.

Once in the hotel room, I got in my PJ’s and attempted to relax. Unfortunately the “Mom, look I’m flying” yell unsettled me.  This is what I saw…

Ana takes a gymnastics class that incorporates the rings, so the fact that she thought these curtain pulls were made for swinging made horrific sense.

Again, back to relaxing.

“Mom! Ana is looking at her pee in the toilet and her hair is dipping in it!” Jesus!

Everyone eventually fell asleep but I stayed up way too late so I could soak in the quiet. We head home tomorrow. And while we had a great time, I’m ready to get back to a place where doors separate rooms and children go to school.

 

(Free Adivce Friday will return next week)

Inner Harbor Trip – Day 1

Well, we made it here without a speeding ticket…only because I drove.

Brian and I agreed that the hotel room is a little dated and a bit crap. Of course, this is coming from us, the same people who opted to stay home and face the eye of the hurricane rather than check in at the Red Roof Inn. We are total hotel snob bitches and I blame this on Brian’s company. Through his work we have been very fortunate to stay in some beautiful places, places that we could never afford. As a result, we’re the epitome of “champagne taste on a beer budget”. Damn them for ruining us! (I totally love them for ruining us- thumbs up)

Anyway, after check-in I decided to change my perspective and to be thankful that we had a free place to stay. It’s really not that bad, in fact, the salmon walls cast a flattering hue on my otherwise pale skin.

Once we settled in, Brian headed out to a meeting and the kids & I walked to the Ripley’s Believe It or Not Museum. Oh yeah! I love me some crazy and I have no problem paying $17.99 to see it.

Turns out, most of the items displayed by Ripley’s are just replicas of the real items. They didn’t state this but I think it’s safe to assume it wasn’t the real crown of Princess Diana velcroed to the carpeted wall.

I didn’t mind the fake jewels, but I was a little disappointed that the New Guinea Death Mask might be covered with faux skin instead of the real skin whipped from their enemies:(

While there, I did stumble upon a great gift idea for that special man in your life…

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Or how about your teenage daughter…

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The museum had a lot of interactive exhibits and fun questions for the kids to answer. It was kinda cool because the questions were printed on cabinet doors that were secured to the wall, and the kids could open the doors to check their answers.

Collin loved testing his knowledge and Ana loved being up Collin’s ass- as evidenced by this cabinet door to the forehead…

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When we left there we headed over to UNO Pizzeria. Upon entering the establishment Ana located a discarded apple core sitting on a counter.
(picture the following in slow motion)

I turn around to tell her “hurry up”

I see her grab the apple core

I yell, “noooooo!”

She licks it while looking at me out of the corner of her eye

I make a grab for her

She drops the apple *thud*

My lips curl into a ‘someone-just-shit-in-my-mouth’ position

I hiss “don’t evvvveerrr do that again!”

I looked around to see if anyone noticed my Typhoid Mary. No one made eye contact with us but they all stopped eating. We had been shunned.

After lunch we headed back to the hotel to relax for a bit (if you consider kids screaming at each other and me screaming at them for screaming at each other as relaxation. It’s all I know).

When Brian returned to the room he wanted to go out to dinner, no one else did. But we went because we’re good to him like that.

We decided to eat at the Cheesecake Factory and walked about 2 blocks in the freezing cold to get there. Once we were seated (after some hiccups, kids crying, a DSi falling on the floor, etc.) things were going pretty smoothly when Ana announced that she pissed her pants. FYI, the Cheesecake Factory Scotch-guards their seats, I could tell by the way the urine beaded up. Fortunately, I had a spare pair of underwear and pants in my purse. Unfortunately, the pants looked like they were part of a circus act…and she was already wearing a polka dotted shirt. Ugh. Couple that with the gash on her forehead- she was a mess.

On our walk back to the hotel the kids played tag next to the harbor’s fenceless edge. Honestly, I have to imagine people fall in there all the time, how could they not? Yet all I could muster was a “careful guys”.

When we got back to the room, I just wanted a glass of wine. That’s all. And I had the bottle in my hand when Ana kicked Collin in the balls. He quickly dropped into the fetal position and I stepped right over him. I wasn’t stopping for nobody until I found the corkscrew . Let the natives settle their own damn differences, I was D.O.N.E. But, oh shit! I forgot the corkscrew! Wtf?!

I started storming the room for any tools I could use to open the bottle. Within minutes I had a screw from the dresser handle, the top of a ballpoint pen, and a pair of tweezers at work. I’m almost certain I resembled a chimpanzee trying to free a banana from jar. I looked pathetic.

Not surprisingly, my Macguyver plan wasn’t working. I started to get dressed to head down to the front desk (Oh yes I was) when I spotted, no, I sensed a corkscrew above the mini fridge. Hallelujah!

Glunk, glunk, glunk, into the glass it went. I took a sip and it psychologically melted my stress away. Ahhh. But I have to tell you, a $30 bottle of wine tastes more like an $8 bottle of wine when it’s sipped from a chipped hotel bathroom glass. Still, better than nothing.

Oh, and my sleep sucked. But that’s another story.

Stay tuned for day #2.

Election: clawing their way to the top!

As we’re leaving Kmart…

Collin: I can’t wait for the election to be over!

Me: Why? What’s it to you?

Collin: Obama and Romney are everywhere I look!

Me: Oh please, you’re not the one getting all the political phone calls and emails.

Collin: Yeah well, you’re not the one playing all the claw machines.

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WTF?!!
He’s right, our kids are suffering this election year.

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

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