Free Advice Friday! So, you’re having an identity crisis?

Dear Kim,

Before I became a stay at home mom, I had a successful career as a corporate lawyer. I used to go to dinner parties and impress people with my job title and responsibilities. But now when someone asks, “So what do you do for a living?”, I don’t know how to answer them. I’m not sure who I am anymore. I think I’m going through a bit of an identity crisis right now. Do you have any advice?

 

Sincerely,

Melinda in Whoville, CA

 

Dear Melinda,

You’re not alone, sister! I’ve been there. Fortunately, I have some straightforward advice, but unfortunately, I feel compelled to tell it in the most convoluted way possible.

Years ago, I knew this guy named Neil. Neil was a regular at my anger management program, which I held every Monday and Wednesday night at the Sussex County Community Center. He was a really nice guy with this super calm demeanor. In fact, he was so calm I started to think he was only there for the free donuts and Starbucks coffee. So one day, I pulled Neil aside, confronted him with my suspicions, and asked him to leave the group. Melinda, he became so outraged over my accusations that he punched a hole in the wall- right next to my head!

“Now that’s more like it!” I said, “Welcome back to the group!”

Shortly after that, Neil stopped coming. I thought about him often, but my life went on: I eventually got fired from my anger management position because of my temper, became a life coach at SUX 2B U, left that job because my clients weren’t self-motivated enough, opened WTF Greeting Cards but it got shut down because of air conditioning issues (something about a sweat shop), made the USA Trampoline Team only to be kicked off because of my incontinence problem, then I finally settled down and had kids. Now I’m a stay-at-home mom without a paying job. Melinda, like you, I felt like I had lost my identity…well, actually, several identities. But I digress, this story is about Neil…

About 8 years ago, I saw Neil in a Sears parking lot getting into this black Mercedes convertible. I ran right over and asked him why he never returned to the group. This is what he told me…

 

While in Boston, on the way to a Celtics game, he was jumped by a group of diners gathered outside of a TGI Friday’s restaurant (coincidentally, this happened on a Friday). When he woke up in the hospital, he couldn’t remember his name, address, or phone number- basically he forgot who he was and all his identification had been stolen. The only things he had were the clothes on his back, a basketball jersey and shorts. For days, he sat around thinking he might be a basketball star. It wasn’t until he threw his empty pudding cup at the wastebasket and missed that he knew his assumption had been wrong.

Deciding to embrace his anonymity, he fell in love with the nurse who catheterized him (he didn’t need a catheter, he was just too lazy to get up and pee) and together they moved to Cancun, purchased a capuchin monkey named Monty, and started a business taking pictures of Monty on the shoulders of drunken vacationers. They called it Monkey Business (not a very clever name if you ask me). Monkey Business was a huge success and now they have franchises all over the world! (UPDATE: I looked this up and I think Neil might have exaggerated this part).

Just think, if Neil had known who he really was, he might have gone back to his wife and 7 kids and missed out on this wonderful adventure.

So Melinda, here’s my two cents: When you don’t know who you are, you’re free to stop operating within the confines of who you’re supposed to be.

Whoa! That’s some heavy shit I just laid on you! I say get that printed on some cocktail napkins and take them to your next dinner party.

 

Yours in identity crisis,

Kim

 

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Cheapo Wino Review Wednesday! A Petite Sirah

2010 Peirano Vineyards Petite Sirah Heritage Collection -$14.99

 

 

Winemaker’s Notes: 

“The senses are tempted by an array of blueberry, blackberry,

cocoa, and black pepper. The palate is filled with ripe blueberry,

blackberry, plum, sweet black cherry and chewy tannins, with a

hint of dark chocolate. Think of mom’s homemade blueberry

cobbler!! Enjoy this wine along with a nice grilled steak, baked

potato with all the fixings, and good friends. This is a wine that

can please now (<– I liked to be pleased sooner than later), as well as age out for many years to come.”

 

Kim Notes:

“The prune-like taste will surly get your bowels moving!”

‘Petite Sirah’ sounds so cute and dainty, but don’t let it fool you, it’s big, it’s bold, and it’s figgy!  While drinking this on an empty stomach, I noticed that it had a nice chewy flavor, one that I thought for sure would induce a full geriatric-like bowel movement.  Surprisingly, it did not. (*update: later, it did.  Maybe a coincidence?)

As I like to do my tastings on both an empty and full belly, I thought long and hard about what I should pair with this wine.  In the end, I decided on Honey Maid graham crackers, and that was totally the right choice!  It all came together, just like a delicious, liquidy Fig Newton.  Mmm, mmm, mmmm!

**That reminds me of the time US Airways served me a boxed lunch containing a breadstick, a cheese stick, and some jerky.  If you held all 3 together like Pick-up sticks, they tasted just like a bad turkey sandwich. 

I recommend this wine if you’re looking for something complex, chewy, and stimulating!

 

PS-  I wish I had a short friend named Sarah who drank wine, because I’d call her “Petite Sirah” and laugh, and laugh, and laugh at my cleverness!

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Tips for Tuesday- Don’t get stuck entertaining other people’s kids.

 

Remember the tip where I told you how to become a parasite parent on the beach, cleverly arranging to have another family entertain your children while you relax? Remember? That was some good advice, wasn’t it? Well guess what…karma’s a real bitch.

 

I did everything right, I planted us right next to the lifeguard, told Ana that sharks would eat her if she went in above her ankles, and found a dad digging a hole with his kid. Now if you’ve read my Parasite Parenting post, you know that the most important of these 3 is the dad digging a hole, so I was super excited. I could practically taste my margarita and see the last chapter of my book.

So as we were setting up shop, I was eyeing the dad and his kid, looking for an opening (ie. “Oh look Ana…she’s your age/has the same shovel as you/is breathing. Go say hi!”) when I noticed that his daughter was somewhat standing and sorta wiggling around…she appeared to be struggling. Hmm.

So I let Ana continue with her “sand angels” (what a mess) while I tried to figure out what was going on. A few seconds later, another little girl came over and the dad said “She’s stuck in the sand! Do you want to be stuck in the sand too?!” I looked closer and sure as shit, he had buried his kid up to her knees, and the tide was coming in!

DAMN YOU, HOLE DIGGING DAD!!! Why did you have to go and screw this up for me?! First of all, I don’t feel comfortable letting you bury my kid while the ocean washes over her and B) Even if I did, I already told her that sharks would eat her if she went in above her ankles. You’re so selfish, you make me sick!

And so I set down my lonely book and interacted with her…

She was thrilled with the attention.

 

Eventually, that family moved out (probably headed to family therapy because the daughter has trust issues) and another moved in.

Again, dreams were crushed.

Meet little Torie…

That’s right, WE entertained Little Torie. Not only that, but I fed her some crackers and she kept coming back like a damn city pigeon. Oh, and she demanded that I replenish the pool water every time it got too sandy. *With all the sand being thrown, and her using it as a bathtub and possible potty, it got sandy a lot.

 

So today’s tip is just an extension of my Parasite Parenting tip. But these are ways to AVOID becoming the host family:

1. Refrain from bringing out any novel sand toys until you’re certain there are zero kids in the area. This includes, but is not limited to, mermaid dolls, inflatable pools, trucks, balls, large shovels, and rafts.

2. NEVER EVER attempt to build a sand castle in the presence of other children.

3. Leave ALL of your food at home. Walk up to the boardwalk for snacks, but don’t bring them back to your blanket.

4. Appear irresponsible by making statements like “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on them. Losing kids is no longer my “thang”. Hahahaha. But seriously, I’m more careful now.”

5. and obviously, NEVER dig a hole.

 

Sadly, I’m sure I’ll be adding to this list as the summer goes on. Please feel free to leave me a comment with any other helpful tidbits you can think of, I’d really really really appreciate it!

 

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The Weekend in Crappy Pics- At the Beach!

 

First, I need to explain Ana’s new look. Remember when I screwed up her haircut? Well, Brian kept asking me when I was going to take her to a professional. So I did.

So. I. Did…

Anywhoo…moving on.

 

 

I hope everyone had a great Father’s Day weekend, we certainly did! Here are just a handful of crappy pics to highlight our trip to the beach.

 

The first thing we did when we got there was to play the horse racing game, and it’s no surprise that I was in. the. zone. See here as my family watches me in amazement. (click here to learn how you too can be a winner)

 

I still don’t understand why they stood so far away from me. They totally missed out on hearing little Billy’s mom cheer him on:

“C’mon Billy! You can do it! Good job! Ugh! What was that?! Get out of your head, Billy. GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD! You’re getting beat by an adult! NOOOO, BILLLYYY!
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Kiss it, Billy’s mom.

 

The next day we went Putt-Putting on a boardwalk rooftop. Let’s just say that Ana was a little “distracted” by all the fiberglass animals.

 

3…2…1…

It was all cute and funny until I we realized the gorilla wasn’t anchored to the ground. Even the attendant came running from her little “Putt Hut”.

 

About halfway through our game, Ana saw her first rainbow! She was so excited!

It was beautiful!

Then this happened…

Holy hell! A dark cloud literally descended upon us! I thought the world was ending, so I did what any rational person might do in such a dire situation…I let go of my kid’s hand and took off my earrings, because it was windy, and they’re my favorite earrings, and I wanted to have them in the afterlife.

 

Then next day (when the world didn’t end), we went to the beach.

*tomorrow, I’ll detail this beach day in my Tips for Tuesday.

 

Later that afternoon, we walked down to the pier and went fishing. Ugh.

For the record, I’m not a huge fan of fishing, mostly because I hate the idea of putting a hook through a live worm’s body, it just seems so cruel. Luckily, I remembered reading somewhere that the Germans use cheese for fish bait. So I grabbed some cheese, poured myself a glass of wine, and we headed down to the dock.

 

Here I am “fishing”…

…”fishing” for compliments on my new up-do – and wondering where my sunglasses are.

Brian didn’t stay long, he was annoyed that the bait kept falling off his hook. He mumbled something like “I doubt the Germans use deli sliced provolone” and left.

Sadly, the only thing we caught that day was my cell phone from falling in the water.

 

On Father’s day, we pretty much spent that morning cleaning up the beach house, driving 2 hours home, then watching the US Open while Ana bitched about Brian using “her” TV. When he told her to go upstairs to watch her shows, she replied, “Happy Mother’s Day, Baaaby” and stormed off.

 

At the beach house, before Ana turned on her father.
Happy Father’s Day, Brian!

How was your weekend?

 

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