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۔

Exhausted Mothers everywhere, here’s my answer to the horrible Bento Box Fad!

Well, it finally happened, the thing I’ve been dreading…yesterday, my precious daughter rolled off the school bus bitching and moaning about the lack of artistic effort that I’ve been putting into her packed lunches. My first thought, “Oh shit, has she been on Pinterest?” My second thought, “We need to update our parental controls to include Pinterest.”

But no, it seems that some better-than-me mother (who, I guarantee, does have a Pinterest account) has been sending her daughter to school everyday with a lunchbox full of “love” in the form of Disney inspired entrees and Chicka Chicka Boom Boom carrots. And Ana has taken notice. Thanks a lot, lady. Thanks. A. Lot.

According to my daughter, Wednesday’s lunchtime was spent watching little Hayden nibble on Elsa’s certified organic noodle braid, while Ana despondently ate from a zip-lock bag filled with pretzels and an enormous amount of apathy. Her tale of woe was really quite heartbreaking. So, like any guilt-ridden mother, I decided to give this stupid Bento Lunch thing a try.

I promised Ana an Olaf lunch, but when I read the first three ingredients: Japanese Nori noodles, purple seaweed, edible modeling clay, I was all, “Oh heeeellll no!” Packing a lunch should not require me to source food from various specialty shops and craft stores. I haven’t shaved in four days and THAT needs to happen before I start driving around town seeking out cuisine for my 5 year old to throw out.

How’s that Meat Loaf song go?

“I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that. Nooooo, I won’t. do. thaaaat.”

But I promised her an Olaf lunch, so it was on to Plan B. Unfortunately, I had no Plan B…at least not until I drank a couple glasses of 2009 Cabernet from the Napa region- that always loosens up my wheels.

And so, exhausted, not-so-perfect mothers everywhere, I’d like to present my “Damn you, Hayden’s mom!” answer to this crazy, expensive, and time consuming lunch fad:

 

The “I ain’t got time for that. Here’s some lunch money” Bento Box

Step 1: Get lunch money from your purse.

Step 2: Arrange money and tape down

Step 3: Use a Sharpie to draw the rest.

Olaf says…don’t “flake” on your test!

Tired of sculpting carrots and molding eggs into an edible Mona Lisa reproduction? The "I ain't got time for that. Here's some lunch money" Bento Box.  #AntiBentoBox

 

Screw making little broccoli trees with an “I love you!” tediously carved into their stalks with an X-Acto knife while freebasing your blood pressure pills and trying to remember your insurance provider’s Mental Health co-pay. No thank you. Besides, unlike a scene from The Lion King made out of graham crackers and Russian caviar, my “I ain’t got time for that. Here’s some lunch money” Bento Boxes provide the perfect canvas for real communication between you and your child:

 

Confronting potty issues:

Tired of sculpting carrots and molding eggs into an edible Mona Lisa reproduction? The "I ain't got time for that. Here's some lunch money" Bento Box.  #AntiBentoBox  www.OneClassyMotha.com

Offering friendship advice:

 

Tired of sculpting carrots and molding eggs into an edible Mona Lisa reproduction? The "I ain't got time for that. Here's some lunch money" Bento Box.  #AntiBentoBox- www.OneClassyMotha.com

 

Calling them out:

Tired of sculpting carrots and molding eggs into an edible Mona Lisa reproduction? The "I ain't got time for that. Here's some lunch money" Bento Box.  #AntiBentoBox - www.OneClassyMotha.com

 

I realize the “I ain’t got time for that. Here’s some lunch money” Bento Box still requires a minimum amount of effort on your part, which is something I’m normally against, but just think of the look on your child’s face when they open their lunch box and see something like this:

Tired of sculpting carrots and molding eggs into an edible Mona Lisa reproduction? The "I ain't got time for that. Here's some lunch money" Bento Box.  #AntiBentoBox - www.OneClassyMotha.com

Arachnophobia, cured. “Thanks, mom!”

Ladies, even if your child doesn’t buy lunch, I’m here on my linoleum floor, begging you to step away from the melon baller and to embrace the beautiful quadrilateral simplicity of a square cheese sandwich. After all, you don’t need to win the “MOM OF THE YEAR” title because, as far as your child is concerned, you already have it.

Please send me your “I ain’t got time for that. Here’s some lunch money” Bento Box pictures so I can pin them to my Pinterest “I ain’t got time for that. Here’s some lunch money” Bento Box idea board!

Dear Ladies, Fall is here, relax and let your body hair down!

Now that bikini waxing season has come to a close and leg hair maintenance has slowed down, I find I have a lot more time on my hands. Frankly, I’m kind of relieved, as weeding both my yard and my body was getting rather exhausting.

Every summer, I waste precious time and money trying various ways to eradicate my body hair. I’ve used messy home waxing kits, a god awful EpiLady that literally ripped the hairs from my nerve endings, and I’ve even performed a sad duct tape experiment which did little more than exfoliate my skin. But in the end, I always come back to good ol’ Nair.

“Nair?” you ask. Well, for those of you not “in the know”, Nair is a wonderful, deadly chemical that melts away body hair in ten minutes and burns a hole through the ozone layer in five- so you know it works. I love it! (This is not a sponsored post. If it were, it’d be the worst one ever.)

The instructions say to put it on your hairy parts for a maximum of 6 minutes, but I treat that as more of a suggestion than a warning because chemical burns are hardly noticeable when you have an awesome tan.  So I spend a full 15 minutes naked, cold, and covered in white cream, while avoiding furniture and doing squats. Hey, if I have 15 naked minutes to kill, it’s either have a drink or do squats…and unfortunately, the Potassium Thioglycolate fumes interfere with the bouquet of my wine.

* I highly recommend you lock the bathroom door while doing this otherwise you might burn your kid’s eyes out…and I ain’t talking from the fumes. Here, want to see a pic of me getting my Nair on? click here.

I’ve discovered that it’s important that you remain upright while waiting for the Nair to work on your bikini bits. I once dropped something on the bathroom floor and bent down to retrieve it, ten minutes later I was bald in some areas and had crop circles in others. Not the look I was going for.

And because I really like you, I’m going to tell you something that many women will not share…when you’re bare down there…are you ready for this?…your pee goes everywhere! It’s so disgustingly true! I realize some women like to line the public toilets with toilet paper, so for them this may not be a problem. However, I prefer to hover in public restrooms, but (make a note here) you CANNOT hover with a Brazilian or even a Nair-Brazilian knock off. A ship needs a rudder, if you know what I mean. Show me a pee splattered toilet and I’ll show you a “bald down there” girl.

I can’t even imagine getting a Brazilian. Having someone so up close and personal, and who probably doesn’t even want to be there in the first place, is totally awkward and not unlike some of my past dates. When would I schedule it anyway? First thing in the morning?  I don’t even go to the dentist without brushing my teeth in their lobby first. So how could I get a Brazilian without the opportunity to shower seconds before stripping?  I guess I could always shove an Altoids up there?  Though, I pray I remember to pee first…ever put an Altoids in your mouth then drink a glass of water? Cold flames from Hell, my friend. Cold. Flames. From. Hell.

Oh screw it, I’ve got at least 8 months to worry about this. So back to my original point: Fall is here ladies, relax, enjoy the long pants, and let your body hair down!

Ladies:This post will make you grateful that the pool is finally closed.

The Weekend in Crappy Pics: Football and Birthdays

The Weekend in Crappy Pics!

 

Friday night, I took Collin to his football practice, but I couldn’t tell you how he did because I spent the entire two hours wondering who our Jesse Pinkman was texting and if there was meth in that backpack.

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On Saturday, Brian had a cigar event starting a noon,

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which meant I had to take Collin to his football game….with Ana. Can I just say that even with the helmet, shoulder pads, water bottle, cleats, etc., Collin requires waaay less shit for a football game than Ana.

Here, I’ve taken the liberty of emptying her “game bag” for you:

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After plopping down her pink princess chair, she got to work displaying her goods in an attempt to capture potential playmates, not unlike the clever alligator snapping turtle who uses its worm-shaped tongue to lure unsuspecting prey.

Collin’s game ending up being a deee-saster, with his team losing 21-6. The other team was all business…all brutal business.

At one point, five players were sitting on the bench with injuries.

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After football, we drove to the area’s largest indoor Farmer’s Market to shop and grab some lunch.

We weren’t in the building 5 minutes when I saw something so horrific that it caused me to simultaneously clutch my chest and shit my pants….Ana was about to enter a ceramics shop!

Wanting to stop her, but realizing that my typical “DON’T DO IT!” might startle her, making the shelves to go down like dominoes, I quickly adopted an approach one might use to talk a would-be jumper down from the Brooklyn Bridge.

Me: (in a sing-songy voice) Oh, Ana, You don’t want to go in there, it’s so dusty.

Ana: Yes I do.

Me: Well, how’s about we first take a picture of you in front of the beautiful ceramics?

Ana: Ok. Then we go in?

Me: Of course we do, silly!

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Me: Ok, now move a little to your left…a little more…one more step…GRAB HER, COLLIN!

 

On Sunday, I dropped Ana off at birthday party over at my friend’s house. I would have stayed, but the forethought she put into the adorable DIY decorations and activities was making me extremely nauseous. So I left and had sushi while Ana designed a 100% certified organic cotton tie-dye t-shirt and created a modernistic painting on canvas depicting the evolution of idealistic love existing within the vacuum of the My Little Pony social hierarchy.

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After the party, I took her fishing…fishing for compliments. She showed that painting off in every store we went into:

the wine store (sounds classier than “liquor store”)

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the craft store (this is where she expected the compliments to really fly)

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and Staples, where the cashier failed to recognize the not-so-subtle way she was waving the painting around, forcing her to throw it on the conveyor belt and ask, “Do you like it?” She was disgusted by his ignorance, but took the compliment anyway.

How was your weekend?

As the Wheels on the Bus go Round and…

first day of kindergarten

 

Ana’s Kindergarten Timeline

day 1 – While on the bus, Ana finds the extra pair of underwear that I packed in her backpack. She then places it on her head and twirls around. Brandon, her seatmate, is wildly impressed and begs to become her boyfriend. She grants him his wish.

day 4 – Ana says Brandon’s been very aloof, staring out the window and not answering her when she calls to him. Determined to avoid a relationship built on neglect and rejection, she starts sitting with quiet Billy. Quiet Billy lets her do most of the talking and that suits her just fine.

day 6 – Today, the bus driver tells Ana that Brandon’s name is really Cameron. Good news: He wasn’t ignoring her, he just didn’t realize she was talking to him. Bad news: Their time has passed, she’s already recommitted herself to quiet Billy. At least, she thinks his name is Billy.

day 8 – She finds herself missing Cameron or, more specifically, missing his appreciation of her toilet humor. But at the same time, she’s equally fond of quiet Billy’s tremendous listening skills. To her, the solution was simple. “You can both be my boyfriend!” she proposes while putting an arm around each.

day 9 – Cameron and Billy sit together, giving Ana the cold shoulder.

 

Me- “You sit by yourself now?”

Ana – “Yeah, Cameron and Billy don’t like me anymore so I had to break up with them.”

Me – “You know, you don’t need a boyfriend…like ever.”

Ana – “I don’t want to talk about it.”

And this is just Kindergarten. Lord help us.

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