Does your chiropractor have that new car smell?

Brian has had intermittent back and neck pain for several years now and he finally sought help through a corrective chiropractor. On his first appointment, about a week ago, the doctor went over his medical history, took some x-rays, and put him through several ‘range of motions’ tests.

Friday was his second appointment. The main purpose of this visit was to go over the test results, recommendation of care, and the “cost of care” (money, money, mon-ney) before beginning treatment. The doc suggested that Brian bring me along so that I’d be “supportive” throughout this process. WTF does that even mean?

I went…but he’s coming to my next pap smear appointment in support of my uterine care.

When we walked in the office, there were all these patients sitting, standing, and laying around. Yes, laying around- because there, in the middle of the room, were all these crazy ass tables with pulleys and levers. Sadly, I didn’t have my camera with me, but they looked something like this…

Mr. Johnson’s back was killing him.

 

I’m not sure if this equipment is new age or totally archaic…you can never tell with crazy shit like that.

We were quickly ushered back to a small office to wait. And after about 10 minutes the chiropractor came in, introduced himself, and began his shtick. Man, this guy was good in the most cheesiest of ways. He had a well-rehearsed, polished script that rivaled any 2 am infomercial! I bet if I asked him, ” Will adjustments make Brian’s balls smell better?” he’d say “That’s a great question, Kim!”, then enlighten me on the ‘ball smellage / poorly aligned back’ connection.

He was a true salesman to say the least- any doubt we had, he squelched it, any point we brought up, he countered it, and he did it all while straightening and bending a life size vertebrate. I think he used that vertebrate as some sort of subliminal device, because I found my back hurting when he twisted it like a double helix. In fact, when I stretched my lower back, he brought up his family discount. To shut him down, I screamed, “I’ve never felt better!” and quickly did 10 jumping jacks to prove it. I then resisted the urge to rub my shoulders (shit, they were killing me).

After an hour (YES! AN HOUR!) he announced that Brian would need to come 3 times per week (25-40 mins each) for at least 6 months, and then he’d reevaluate the frequency based on his progress. He also mentioned every piece of rehabilitation equipment that he had for sale, and all the vitamins, and all the skin care, and I swear I heard Amway in there. Oh, and “your insurance won’t cover anything but I have a great cash plan”. What? How many times per week? What’s this going to cost us?

Turns out, it’s going to cost a Toyota Camry w/ a sunroof

…or at least the car payment equivalent.

Um, we’ll get back to you.

Guys, I’m asking you…do you have any chiropractor experience and does this sound reasonable?

 

 

Free Advice Friday! Not living the life you imagined? sucks to be you.

Dear Kim,

Sometimes I get really disappointed about where I am in my life right now. When I was younger I thought I’d have this great career, a house with a picket fence, and a nanny to take care of my 2.5 kids. Instead, I’m wearing sweat pants everyday and wiping asses while staring at my home’s 20 year old original appliances.

I love my family and the ability to stay home, but sometimes I have trouble appreciating it. Help me see things differently.

Living the unglamourous life,

Debbie in Downerville, ND

 

 

Dear Debbie,

Mind if I call you Little Debbie?

 

 

 

 

Those delicious little snacks bring back fond memories of middle school and my flirtation with childhood obesity. Good times.

LD, you’ve come to the right place! Shortly after “leaving” my position as head anger management counselor due to a “misunderstanding” (how a client can be a no-show 3 times in a row and my boss NOT expect me to throw a chair, is beyond me), I became a life coach. My thoughts were this…I’m living a life and I’m good at telling people what to do, how hard can this be? Turns out, pretty hard LD, pretty hard. Setting up my practice “SUX 2BU” was easy, talking to these people was a nightmare.

I thought it would be as simple as telling someone “Get a new job”, “Move out of your mommy’s house”, or “Stop eating glue” and they would do it…problem solved. But nooooo, these people wanted to “blah blah blah” week after week without making one single change- ain’t nobody got time for that! Well…technically they had an hour.

I found that most of my clients came to me with problems that stemmed from deep rooted issues, issues that could take years or even decades to resolve. As a results oriented person, this was very frustrating. That’s when I developed the DWIT technique. Don’t let the acronym intimidate you, the DWIT (Deal With It Tomorrow) technique is just a fancy term for a common sense approach to most of life’s problems.

As an example of how this works, here’s a transcript from one of my sessions:

 

Me: So what brings you here today, Bill?

Bill: I’ve put on so much weight. I’m stressed and I find myself overeating all the time. Plus I can’t find time to go to the gym.

 

Now your average life coach would tell Bill to figure out what’s causing the stress, he’d suggest ways to better manage the stress, and he’d probably give him ideas on how to incorporate exercise into his daily routine. But poor Bill isn’t going to change a damn thing. Instead, he’s going to feel crappier about himself for not making any changes and letting his coach down, this will compound his stress, causing him to eat double time, leading him to gain more weight, thereby raising his blood pressure, which will ignite a heart attack and. He. Will. Die. Good job Mr. Life Coach, you killed Bill.

Now here’s the DWIT approach:

 

Me: Bill, I understand you’re stressed and out of shape. That really sucks. This is what I want you to do…nothing. That’s right. Make a decision to put it all on the back burner today and deal with it tomorrow (DWIT). And when tomorrow comes, relax and say “I’ll deal with it tomorrow” and so on.

Bill: I feel better already!

You see, there’s always a tomorrow…until there isn’t -and then who cares? That’s some goddamn heavy brilliance right there! (P.S. Don’t tell Bill I shared this with you.)

 

LD, I recommend applying the DWIT technique to your situation. Need new appliances? You’ll shop for them tomorrow. No nanny? You’ll start interviewing tomorrow. Want a career? You’ll find one tomorrow. Today, put your feet up and watch your DVR’d Dancing With The Stars episodes while eating Kit Kats.

Remember, with a little discipline and the right life coach, you can keep putting off these bad feelings indefinitely!

 

Good luck tomorrow!

Kim

I look like her? Aww, thanks! Wait…do you think she’s ugly?

 

It started right after the movie Jerry Maguire came out.

Waitress: “You look like Renee Zellweger.”

Me: “Really? Thanks!”

________

Cashier: “Has anyone ever told you that you look like Renee Zellweger?”

Me: “Why yes they have.”

________

Parking Attendant: “You know who you look like?”

Me: “Renee Zellweger?”

Parking Attendant: “Yeah!”

________

Drive Thru guy ” You look like….”

Me: “I know. You had me at ‘Welcome to McDonalds’. Can I have my fries now?”

________

 

I took this comparison as a compliment, after all, I saw Jerry Maguire and I thought she was adorable in it. But one day, my manager said this:

 

Manager: My son was so ugly when he was born. His face was all puffy and his eyes were all squinty. Ugh, he looked just like Renee Zellweger! Poor kid.

Me: So you think Renee Zellweger is ugly? Like really ugly?

Manager: God, yes.

I took a longer break than usual that day.

 

Well, Renee kinda disappeared from the limelight over these past few years and so have the comparisons. But then the Oscars happened.

So yesterday, as I’m paying at Marshalls (I bought these adorable B.O.C. sandals for Ana- only $14.99!)

the dude cashier says, “Has anyone ever told you that you favor Renee Zellweger?” At that moment I felt like grabbing his shirt, sticking my pen under his throat (I was in the middle of signing the Visa receipt), and hissing “Do you think she’s hot or ugly? Huh punk?” but I didn’t think the honesty of his answer could be guaranteed. So instead, I put the pen down gently and quietly said, “All the time…all the time.”

Then I texted Brian…

 

Me: It’s starting again. The cashier at Marshalls told me I look like Renee Zellweger.

Brian: Get out! I saw her on the Oscars the other day, she was actually looking really good.

Me: So I guess it’s a compliment?

Brian: Now, I would say yes.


Now?

 

Frankly, Brian and I don’t see the resemblance, but can a gazillion strangers be wrong? Let’s take a look (I’ll let Brian be George Clooney).

 

I’ve broken down our facial features…

I kinda see it here…

Do people tell you that you look like someone? Are you flattered or insulted?

Brian’s mom thinks he looks like Seinfeld. What do you think?

Is this me or Renee eating her first oyster last summer? “Oyster, you complete me”

 

 

Cheapo Wino Review Wednesday

Cupcake Vineyards Red Velvet 2011 – $8.99-$10.99

a blend of Zinfandel, Merlot, Cabernet Sauvignon and Petite Sirah

Winemaker’s Tasting Notes: “Our first blended red wine for Cupcake Vineyards has over the top aromas of chocolate, deep rich blackberries, red fruits that follow through the palate to a creamy mocha finish that is unmistakable in its intensity and length, with a hint of coconut. It’s reminiscent of a blackberry chocolate cupcake with a mocha coulis.”

 

Kim’s Tasting Notes: “Nom, nom, nommy in my tum, tum, tummy, Beotches!”

 

When I posted my first Cheapo Wino review, I asked my readers for their favorite “cheap” wine recommendation.  An overwhelming amount of people (4) suggested that I try Cupcakes’s Red Velvet.  At first I thought, “eh…looks too cutesy. They were probably suckered by the pretty label.” But then I thought “Meh…it’s on sale for $8.99. I should give it a try.” because, my friends, I can’t pass up a bargain.  I could be lactose intolerant and I’d still buy a diary farm if it was priced well below market value.

So after retiring to my bed (this is where I do all my best tasting), I poured it while reciting my life’s motto “Keep your goals small and your expectations smaller” (a sure way to feel accomplished and rarely disappointed).  I swirled, I sniffed, I held it up to the light, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing but I looked like a damn professional…if you ignored my Mickey Mouse pj’s and the cookie crumbs on my lap. Then I tasted it.  This shit is good! And not like “good for $9” good.  Good like “I just scored a Michael Kohrs dress for $29” good!

It smelled oaky (mmm, you know momma loves her oaky), it was smooth (like my legs after I shave for the first time in months), and it had a nice balanced body (the kind I hope to have one day).  The winemaker’s notes are dead on. However, I detected hints of raisin which don’t even appear in the description.  It makes me think I’m doing this whole drinking thing wrong despite years of intense practice.  Whatever winemaker, whatever.

This bottle of wine pairs well with chicken, pork, PMS, depression, really anything.  And it’s ready to drink now. No really, drink it right away because I noticed it gets a little bitter if it sits for a while.  In fact, if you’re drinking alone, I recommend skipping the glass all together and guzzling straight from the bottle.  But don’t let anyone see you do this or the next event you’ll be invited to will be your own intervention.

My Cheapo Wino Rating, on a scale of 1-4 glasses:  Um…I’ll take the bottle please!

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