The Weekend in Crappy Pics!

We started off the weekend with a Friday night rave…for 4 year olds.

 

In the middle of this music blaring, black-light, moon bounce, birthday party, I received the following phone call from my son:

 

Collin: Hey mom, I have a question. Wait…why’s it so loud?

Me: SPEAK UP! WHAT?

Collin: I HAVE A QUESTION. CAN WE ADOPT ANOTHER DOG? THE PAPER SAYS IT’S AN ASIAN POODLE WITH ASIAN RELATED PROBLEMS.

Me: AN ASIAN POODLE WITH ASIAN RELATED PROBLEMS? WHAT ARE ASIAN RELATED PROBLEMS? (other mothers are now looking at me.)

Collin: I’M NOT SURE. BUT GRANDMOM THINKS IT MEANS IT POOPS A LOT. AND HERE’S THE BEST PART…IT’S FREE! CAN WE ADOPT IT, PLEASE?

Me: NO!

Collin: WHY NOT?

Me: *end call*

 

Music blaring, blinded by strobe lights, and my son screaming, “Can we adopt an Asian poodle with Asian related problems?”

I’ve never tried LSD but I imagine it’s a lot like those 2 minutes.

*Turns out, it was an aging poodle with aging related problems. Well, that makes more sense.

 

On Saturday, I had my hair highlighted:

 

and Brian said, “It doesn’t look like your natural color.” Trust me, I’d be pissed if I spent $100 and it did.

Then, after rotating the couch cushions, we spent the rest of the rainy day sitting on the couch, eating, and trying to ignore this:

Sunday was our 12 year wedding anniversary! My mom and dad offered to babysit so that Brian and I could enjoy a romantic dinner together at a nearby marina. But first, everyone had to get ready.

I applied whore-y eye makeup for the occasion, as I’ve forgotten how to do romantic.

And Ana…well Ana’s going through a clothing phase at the moment. She’ll pick 1 dress and wear it day after day until I pull it from her screaming, crying body and throw it in the wash. It’s not so bad when she clings to a cute dress, it actually saves us time…but then there’s this:

When we dropped her off, my dad asked, “Did she jump a clown for that outfit?”

Later that night, while the kids were in bed, Brian brought the fire pit onto the deck.

Let me ask you this- Did something ever happen, making you question all the decisions that led you to that moment? And did you think about how you’d explain those decisions to the Fire Marshall when he arrived?

A fire on our wooden deck, next to our cedar house with cedar roof, was not our best idea. But besides the occasional flare ups, it was pretty relaxing and a great way to end our anniversary. We’ll probably do it again tonight.

How was your weekend?

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Free Advice Friday! Gender Identity Issues?

Dear Kim,

As the mother of two girl children, Miriam and Isadora, aged four and six respectively, I have some concerns about their personal gender identities. Miriam more so than Isadora.

About a year ago, Miriam began to show an interest in wearing boys clothing. She had discovered a pair of shorts on a dust mite infested Alf doll in my sister’s old bedroom. The shorts, which Miriam promptly stripped from Alf’s gender neutral lower half, were blue and decorated with hot air balloons. By her excitement one would think she had just found authentic vintage Chanel at a thrift store. After adding her personal touch of a rusty safety pin to ensure the shorts would stay on her scrawny three-year-old behind, she was ready for the runway.

The shorts didn’t seem to be a problem, until she started pairing them with muck boots bearing the faces of horses. She then added a hockey mask and a camel back hydration pack. The denouement was when she acquired some boys shirts she carefully selected from a garage sale. Miriam had officially crossed over (like my pun?) into the territory popularly known as cross dressing.

As a mom who is quite liberal with her children’s clothing choices I didn’t mind this at first. I had decided that allowing the children to dress as they wish, no matter how ridiculous, during their pre-pubescent years might avoid any rebellious gothic interests when they become teenagers. It was actually quite humorous. Especially when Miriam would roll down the car window and wave at other motorists wearing her hockey mask.

This past December Miriam wanted her beautiful, ass-length, curly blonde hair to be cut. Her only request? To look like Willy Wonka, the “new one”.

Recently, Isadora has proven to be quite the enabler of Miriam’s gender uncertainty. Her method is rather devious, encouraging Miriam to start styling her Ken dolls in women’s (Barbie) outfits. While I will always love my children regardless of the lifestyle choices they may or may not make in the future, I’m curious if you think I should address this situation with some professional advice.

After this lengthy back story, Kim, I choose to ask you. Your advice, while questionable, proves to be much more realistic and hilarious than the mumbo jumbo I would receive from a therapist named Dr. Sphincter. Can you help?

Sincerely,

Confused mom of confused kids

 

 

Dear Coni,

First, I’d like to say “Thank You” for your shaky belief in my ability to give questionable advice. Compliments like that are rare, and they remind me that I’m truly helping those in my community…or harming them. Either way, I’m making a difference!

As for your children, I understand your concern, but I believe in letting kids express themselves even if it’s uncomfortable for us, the parents. I find that this parenting ideology really embraces the “path of least resistance” & “confrontation avoidance” lifestyle that I prefer to live. I just pray that my kids don’t do anything too ridiculous, requiring me to actually get involved. Fingers crossed!

However, Coni, if the cross dressing thing really bothers you and you’d rather not wait for this phase to pass, then I have the solution for you!

 

Step 1– Throw out all of her clothes.

Step 2– Help her design her own dresses!

Step 3– Watch as your little darling *expresses herself in some awesome girly digs! (*or becomes scarred for life)

 

After all, what girl doesn’t want to wear something she’s made? You can even use items from around the house! And no sewing required!

Here, take a look at some of Ana’s latest fashions:

 

Day Wear

This first look says “Screw you, Mom”

 

She’s well dressed AND well read. “You go girl!”

Tip: When using newspaper, I recommend staying away from the obituary section. While wearing black is fashionable, wearing death is not.

 

Formal Occasions

“Whooo let the dogs out?!?!”

Not my little diva, she can barely shuffle to the door in her Pop-Tart shoes!

 

Swimwear

“From Trash to Sass!”

Your “litter” one will look totally adorbs in this one-piece by Hefty.

Tip: Do NOT use the black Lawn & Garden Bags. They really hold in the heat.

 

Let me know if you’d like any of our dress patterns mailed to you. But just so you’re aware, we made them by laying down several cereal boxes and cutting around Ana’s outstretched body, so you’ll need to piece them back together like a puzzle…like a really weird pee stained puzzle.

Coni, I realize my solution isn’t for everyone (mostly the bold and bored) but I hope I was able to help you and your girls or, at a minimum, not harm anyone.

Good luck!

Kim

 

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Cheapo Wino Review Wednesday! Cline, Red Zin

 

 

It’s Cheapo Wino Review Wednesday, because boob jobs aren’t cheap and you need to save your money somewhere! (psst, Lauren, your secret’s safe with me.)

Today’s selection:

 

Cline 2012 Ancient Vines Zinfandel – $14.99

Vintner’s Notes: To taste the depth and complexity of flavor of an ancient vine grape just before it is harvested is to understand why the wine made from them is so special. Ancient Vines Zinfandel has flavors of dark berries, coffee and chocolate with great vanilla oak character and a long lingering finish. This wine has it roots in the Cline family’s 80 to 100-year old vines in Oakley. From these historic holdings the wine has grown to include grapes sourced from California’s finest zinfandel regions.

Winemaker Notes: “Wonderful, fat strawberry, with coffee and chocolate characters. Ripe fruit and soft tannins make this a mouth-coating rich vintage.”

 

Kim’s Notes: “What’s behind door number 2? It’s a new car!”

 

There’s no question about it, this tasted like chewy car leather. But wait! ….I liked it. I wouldn’t go so far as to say it was a Mercedes or Lexus quality leather, but it definitely wasn’t pleather either.

 

I couldn’t help notice that nowhere in the winemaker’s notes did they mention leather, so I asked Brian to try it. He “claimed” he didn’t taste leather either. Bullshit! But I wasn’t really surprised, he never agrees with me on anything. Never ever. Here, allow me to prove my point:

 

This one time we were at our local Friendly’s Restaurant and I said to him, “Our waiter looks just like that actor Jake Gyllenhaal.”

 

“Would you like hot fudge on that?”

 

and he said, “No way. He couldn’t look less like Jake Gyllenhaal if he tried.” Then I said to the waiter, “Do people ever say you look like someone famous?” and he said, “Yes, everyone says I look like Jake Gyllenhaal.”

 

When the waiter walked away, Brian turned to me and whispered, “Who’s Jake Gyllenhaal anyway?” ARE YOU KIDDING ME? He disagreed with me without even knowing who the actor was?!!! So I pulled Jake’s picture out of my wallet and he says,”Yup, looks nothing like him.” I swear he does this for sport. This is just one of the reasons I drink, people.

 

Anyway, back to the wine. It tastes like leather, but in a good, oaky way. And it has a nice firm body that pairs nicely with hot dogs, handfuls of chocolate chips, and the general family bitching that occurs around bedtime. Buy some today!

 

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Tips for Tuesday! Baby Wipe Bins: Not just for butt wiping!

You know I love and care about you guys deeply, right? You also know that my Tips for Tuesday, while dysfunctional and at times totally inappropriate, are meant to make your life easier and/or more interesting, right? Well, I decided that I’d bring you even more awesome tips by reaching out to some of my favorite bloggers on the web! Together, we can solve any problem! It’s like Hillary Rodham Clinton said, “It take the Village People.” I’m not really sure what she meant by that but I’ll be the construction worker.

Today’s tip is brought to you by Stephanie from When Crazy Meets Exhaustion! I just love this chick! She’s funny, smart, and disgustingly adorable. Hmm…maybe I hate her sometimes?

I first met Steph when she asked me if I’d like to guest post on her hilarious Oversharing blog series. I jumped at the opportunity, and we all know I had no trouble writing THAT post! After all, almost all my posts are oversharing. My poor husband. Anyway, after reading her tip, you MUST check her site out- you’ll laugh your ass off!

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Do you love Pinterest? Shut up.

Pinterest makes me feel inferior. All those assholes showing off their homemade birthday party decorations and treat bags can bite me. We don’t have three Dollar Generals within a four mile radius ‘round these parts for nothin’!

When I change a light bulb, I don’t hollow it out and add water to create a dainty hanging planter complete with blooms from my luscious garden. I throw that shit away because, hellooooo?!, it’s a burned out light bulb. And my garden? It’s my dogs’ toilet.

Who has the time to do this stuff?! Can anyone give me tips that will actually make my life easier and infinitely more entertaining?!

Oh, yeah; Kim can. And that’s why I love her. I love her so much that I’m sharing one of my best bad ideas with you fine folk. So sit back, relax, take off your bra if that’s what does it for ya, and behold:

 

 

I had two kids in 22 months. That added up to a lot of love and a lot of butt wiping. I started buying baby wipes in bulk to avoid losing a child beneath a heap of plastic bins, but despite my efforts, I was up to my eyeballs in blue plastic. Talk about waste!

Or not…

First up is what I have affectionately dubbed “Awww Hell Naw I Ain’t Watching Caillou Again:”

 

It was bad enough when I only had to share the remote with my husband, but now these little people are in my house and demanding I turn off HGTV so they can catch the latest episode of The Wiggles. Simply close the lid and conceal your lie: “I have no idea where the remote is. Sorry kids!”

 

I know we all have our own vices, and mine is sugar. I’ll share my uterus, but I will NOT share my chocolate.

 

And from what I understand, it’s frowned upon to share these with the kids:

Additional tip: these little puppies make the perfect stowaways in your diaper bag when headed to a family reunion, amusement park, or doctor appointment. Don’t judge.

 

My daughter is constantly approaching me with open hands and a sweet smile. Because she wants money. I used to try and distract her with a kiss or a coloring book, but she pushes away from me like I’m the old perv uncle of the family. Now she just helps herself into my purse. (Author’s note: as I was writing this, my daughter legit swallowed a penny. I had to call the pediatrician whereupon I learned that consuming coins is “normal.” As today is my seventh wedding anniversary and the traditional gift is copper, I feel like this is also “thoughtful.” Thanks, kid.)

 

And while we’re on the topic of my little princess, she has been increasingly difficult to feed. If it’s not Pap-Pap’s pasta or pizza or these…

…the child will not eat. I’ve enshrouded the deliciousness in here in an effort to force-feed her some vegetables, but since we are now waiting 5-7 days for the penny to pass, she can eat whatever the hell she wants.

 

And finally, have you any Legos or other annoying toys that tempt you to start a house fire just to be rid of them? If you answered no to that question, you’re a liar. My kids have a room filled with stuff. So much of it that I can’t wrap my brain around why they insist on playing with these creepy things:

For one thing, I step on these little effers ten times a day. For another, they don’t blink; therefore they are Satan’s playthings. Let’s close Pandora’s Box once and for all, shall we?

 

I’d love to hear what you do with your empty wipe bins. Unless, of course, you’ve fashioned them into a transistor radio or papier mâchéd that shit into a Christmas gift. Seriously, how do you have friends?

 

Stephanie, wife of one, mother of two, English teacher of many, rants about parenting, education, and stupid people over at her place, WhenCrazyMeetsExhaustion. She would like to thank her husband for not leaving her, and her entire family for providing enough writing fodder to last a lifetime. Follow her crazy on Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, and, if you’re really bored, Instagram.

 

 
 
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