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Tips for Tuesday! How to cut your Child’s hair – a guest post!

We’re currently on Day 3 of our Disney vacation and my inner thigh chaffing is being kept under control thanks to a last minute purchase of Gold Bond Medicated Powder. Brian laughed when I bought it, but guess who’s begging to use it now. Thaaat’s right.

P.S. Burglars – Our house is not empty, but Mr. Bojangles would still enjoy some additional company.

aww, I think he like you!

 

Today’s tip is brought to you by the very clever, very awesome, and very funny (hysterical, really), Jenn from Something Clever 2.0. Her blog has always been one of my favorite reads because she’s not afraid to stir up a little trouble by saying exactly what we’re all thinking – like this post about Halloween, her ass gets all judgy on you…yes YOU! I suggest you read it and take her advice.

 

How to Cut Your Child’s Hair in Ten Easy Steps

So you’ve decided to cut your kid’s hair. I’ve been cutting my son’s hair for three years (since his first cut), and oftentimes, I’m asked how I do it. It’s very simple. However, if you’ve never cut hair before, stop right there. Cutting hair is tricky, and cutting a squirmy person’s hair is damn near impossible. Practice on yourself and your spouse for a minimum of ten years before you attempt this feat.
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Step One: Put your child in a high chair. Bonus points if you have one with a five-point harness. Super bonus points if your kid is asleep and you have two friends to hold him down.

Step Two: Carefully wrap a towel around the- oh, who am I kidding, those tiny little itchy bits of hair are going to get all over the place, no matter what you do.

Step Three: Toys and snacks go a long way towards helping your kid sit still. Try to choose toys that you can rinse off, and snacks that aren’t too sticky. Don’t worry about your kid not ingesting enough hair, they totally will.

Step Four: Try to choose a style that doesn’t require a flat iron to maintain, because kids hate those things, for some reason.

Step Five: Cut the most important part first. If the shit hits the fan and you have to bail early, you don’t want a girl with shaggy bangs, or a boy with a wiffle, sideburns and a mullet.

Step Six: Kids do not understand complicated commands like “face forward” or “look down.” But they love riddles and puzzles! Have them move their head the way you want by telling them to “listen to your shoulder” or “try to lick your belly.”

Step Seven: Threats and intimidation go a long way towards keeping your kid from squirming. Before every approach with the scissors or buzzer, remind your child that if they move, they will get cut/look ugly (maximum fear-inducing threat is dependent on the gender of your child).

Step Eight: Get over your fear of blood and your unnatural attachment to your child’s ears. You will nick them at least once a year. Whatever, Band-Aids are way cheaper than a trip to Snip-its.

Step Nine: Make amends.

Step Ten: Tomorrow is crazy hat day! And the day after that, and the day after that, and oh screw it probably the next three or four weeks.

Jenn Rose is a staff writer at In The Powder Room, and stay-at-home mother to one boy in Massachusetts. When she’s not writing or parenting, she’s watching way too much TV and drinking a little too much wine (not chardonnay). She hopes to become a zombie when she dies.
Connect with Jenn on her blog Something Clever 2.0, on Facebook, and on Twitter.

 

 

What Cosmo Doesn’t Tell Us, a skanky guest post.

Guess where we are this week! Here’s a hint:
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It’s Disney, bitches! <— that should be their new slogan, it’s trendy, hip, and a sassy Donald could totally pull it off. 

Anyhoo, while I’m gone, I’ve asked some of my favorite funny people to “Please, please, share some of your awesomeness with my readers!” and they said yes (even after I made it clear this wasn’t a paying gig).

Today’s guest post is by my most favorite skank in the whole wide world, Shay from Trashy Blog.  A self-proclaimed Magazine Whisperer, she’ll make you laugh until you’re crying.  I swear it, people, read her stuff…after this, of course.

P.S. – Dear Burglars, our house is NOT empty. We obviously needed someone to stay with the dogs. But Mr. Bojangles says you’re welcome to stop by for a cuddle, just call first because he hates surprises…

 

What Cosmo Doesn’t Tell Us

 

A friend approached me as I was leaving the gym the other day. “I saw you running on the treadmill, but I didn’t want to interrupt you to say hi since you seemed very into your Cosmo,” she said.

I recoiled in horror. “Bitch, please! I don’t read Cosmo! It was a People. I find celebrity gossip much more useful than the stupid sex tips in Cosmo, as I try to avoid sex as much as possible.”

“But wait,” she said, “I’ve heard you say that you used to be a skank.” (Do I say it that often, by the way? Like I’m proud of it or something? Like I still believe that the guys from my skanky past wanted to be with me because of how insanely hot I must have been looking those certain nights and not because…well, simply because I was an available skank at last call? Because I totally know better. Totally…)

“Sure,” I replied, shrugging, “but that was before, when I was single and it was with random people. The world was my oyster. Now I live in the land of the mundane. There are about a million other things I’d rather be doing—like eating Cheetos, cleaning the bathroom, or changing a shitty diaper—than having sex with my husband.”

My friend started laughing like I was kidding. Cute little thing has been married for about two years and still loves doing it with her hubs. So sweet.

“You know what I’d like?” I continued, rudely breaking off her laughter. “I’d like a magazine that gives tips on how to avoidhaving sex with your husband. Where the hell is that magazine?”

I decided that since the writers of Cosmo magazine don’t seem to understand what women truly want, I’d share the tricks I keep up my sleeve as a little guide for the real women of the world.

Here, I present to you tips that you might actually find useful in a little listy I like to call:

 

Trashy Blog’s Six Tips for Getting out of Sex with Your Husband

1. Say this when he asks you to have sex: “I already had it with my boyfriend like 10 times today. I’m kind of tired…”

2. When he persists, say this: “I have chlamydia?” Keep it in question form so he knows damned well that you don’t, but that you’d be willing to go catch it to get out of sex with him. (Some of these tips will make you look like a real asshole, by the way…but remember, it’s all for a good cause.)

3.

Seriously, there shouldn’t need to BE a number 3 after the first 2. Even if they don’t believe us, they should be so disgusted by our antics for getting out of sex with them that they give us a pass. Ugh. What the hell is wrong with husbands these days, all wanting to have sex with their wives and shit?

4. Fart. I did this one time just as we were getting ready to get down and dirty in the very beginning of our marriage. My husband laughed and said, ”If you’re trying to turn me off, it’s not working.”

DAMMIT it’s hard being this sexy.

I hadn’t actually been trying to turn him off, but I filed that response away for future knowledge. I knew that if it was in the back of his mind, then someday—granted, maybe a couple years down the road; I just had to be patient—it would be enough to turn him off. And I was planning to try.

5. “How‘bout them Duggars?”

6. Breathe on him. Holy shit, this story is so embarrassing that I’m going to turn red while I’m typing it, just as I turned red in the coffee shop when I told my friends about it…but isn’t that what blogging is all about? Embarrassing yourself for a greater cause–or at least a little bit of negative attention?

The hubs and I were sitting down for date night one Thursday night. We had put the kids to bed about an hour prior to when I finally joined the hubs on the couch after doing my nightly routine of cleaning up and getting things ready for the next day.

I sat down next to the hubs with my freshly-poured glass of wine, and suddenly he wrinkled his nose. “Do you smell that?” he asked, turning toward me, where I was all snuggled up next to him.

I shook my head. “No. What does it smell like?”

He scrunched up his face into a disgusted grimace. “I don’t know. Like…puke…and wine.”

I looked down at my wine glass and then back at him. I think we may have both realized it at the same time. “It’s probably my breath,” I said.

The hubs tried to be nice. “No. NAH, it COULDN’T BE! I mean, you haven’t puked tonight, right?” But I could see that he had already accepted it just like I had: He was smelling my breath mixed with the wine.

I have no clue why it smelled like puke; stranger things have happened. The point was, it did.

When I told my friends about it the next day at coffee, I said, face blazing with embarrassment, “I guess I need to pick up some breath strips while I’m at Wal-Mart today.”

My asshole friend Nancy goes,“Why? So your breath can smell like puke…and breath strips?”

I give up. I fcking give up.

Alright, peeps, so give them a try and report back. I’d love to hear how my tips worked for you. And if you’re one of those married women who, after 29 years, still loooooveshaving sex with her husband…

…quit lying. Let me know how the tips work for you, too.

Trashy Blog was created and is written by Shay, who withholds her last name not to be all Beyonce, but instead to preserve a bit of anonymity–because have you seen the trash she puts out there? Trashy Blog is updated once a week, normally on Fridays when Shay has time to kick back with a beer and trash her skanky little heart out. Check her out at www.trashyblog.com.

 

 

 

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Free Advice Friday! Need Recipe Ideas? Oh, I gots recipes…

 

Hi Kim,

I’m a stay at home mom of 3 kids (6, 9, & 11) and it seems like I’m always driving someone somewhere after school. As a result, I don’t always have the time or energy to put a nice dinner together. Do you have any recipes or meal planners that you would recommend for a busy family?

Sincerely,

Felicia Hates Fast Food

 

 

Dear Felicia,

Hahahahahah…um…what?!  Did you really just ask my advice about cooking your family a healthy meal on an almost daily basis?  Bless your heart, that’s sooo precious!

First, I’d like  to say “Welcome!”, as you’re obviously a new reader. And secondly, I hope you’ll stop back again (though it’s highly unlikely, based on the advice I’m about to give you).

Felicia, take a look at my recipe box:

Want to know what all those papers are?  Take-Out menus.  That’s right, almost every recipe in my recipe box has a take-out menu attached to the back.  This comes in handy when you don’t have time to cook, don’t wanna cook, or burn everything you cook. Simply pull out a delicious recipe with your right hand, and dial up dinner with your left. It’s as easy as that!

Once your meal arrives, don’t forget to dirty the appropriate pots and pans because no one needs to know about your “cooking” methods except you and your delivery driver. *tip handsomely, it keeps them loyal.

You have two choices when creating your “recipe box”:

1. Create a bullshit recipe based on the menu item of your choice.  *This usually requires extensive taste testing unless your palate is oddly sensitive. So factor in weight gain.

OR

2. Cut out a recipe then search nearby restaurants for a similar entree.

I usually dip into my recipe box about three times a week, making the other 4 days “Fend for Yourself” nights. After all, I can’t be awesome every night.

However, Felicia, if this type of dishonesty is an affront to your moral & ethical code then 1) I doubt we could be friends and 2) check out my friend Shay at Trashy Blog, she has a fast & cheap recipe section that’s likely to make you laugh until you cry!  I cry a lot.

 

Good luck!

Kim

P.S. Oh, and you might want to direct all future food and cleaning questions to someone else. I wish I could say who, but “birds of a feather” and all that…

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Tips for Tuesday! Learn to run like a motha!

 

Learning to run? I got your kick ass tips right here!

I know what you’re thinking, “Candy Ass, I didn’t know you were a runner.” Well, I am…aaaand I’m sorta not. For those of you keeping score at home, I’m currently on my third attempt to become a runner.

But before you hit your back button with an “I’m outta here, you obviously don’t know what you’re talking about” attitude, let me ask you this: who do you think has more experience as a beginner, someone who’s quit and restarted several times or someone who tried it once and stuck with it? (hint: several is more than once)

Now for my tips:

There’s an App for That

I highly recommend downloading some sort of Couch to 5k app to help guide and track your progress. There are a ton of great ones out there, so selecting one is usually based on personal preference.

I’m currently using an app called Get Running. I like it for its straight forward title and the nice Australian lady who says nicey nice things like “Feel free to slow down”, “You’re almost done” & “Great job!” (even though I’ve almost always slowed down). I find Australian App people to be laid back and accepting. I hope to visit Appstralia one day.

 

Shake Your Booty

Create a great playlist, just make sure you choose songs that match your pace. For example, my playlist has a lot of Sarah McLachlan, Eric Clapton, Celine Dione, and Gerry & The Pacemakers – it’s basically a funeral procession mash-up.

 

Fake it Until You Make It

Buy several awesome running outfits, a sweatband, water hydration thingy,and $200 running shoes. You know what they say, “Dress like a profession, act like a professional.” I’m pretty sure my yoga pants with the holes in the crotch were holding me back all these years.

 

Find a Running Buddy

Running buddies, when used properly, can be a terrific source of motivation.

How to use your running buddy:

Step 1: Simply turn your running buddy around and instruct her to “Hold still, Lois, and stop your bitching!”

Step 2: Secure a bag of Oreos to her back using heavy duty duct tape.

Step 3: Give her a 20 second head start before running after her like a crazy bitch who wants “…MY GOD DAMN OREOS, LOIS!”

 

However, if steps 1-3 are a flop because your running buddy sucks and requires a little motivation of her own, simply attach this sign to her back:

Look at Lois go! In fact, the rowdier your kids are, the faster you’ll both move. Now that’s what I call a win-lose situation!

Now get out there and run your little heart out…and bring me back a pumpkin latte.

 
By the way, do you have any tips for me? Lord knows this delinquent runner could use them!
 
Psst…My real playlist, if you’re interested, is:

Cups, Viva la Vida, Titanium, Thrift Shop, Roar, Gone Gone Gone, Royals, Radioactive, Good Life, My Songs Knows What You Did, It’s Time, Set Fire to the Rain, Trouble. See, I wasn’t exaggerating about the slow pace.

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