Cheers on the cheap!

I know it’s not Tuesday but I have to share this tip with you before the holidays are over.

We’re having our family over for Christmas Eve and I’m determined to serve a festive holiday cocktail to go along with our rum balls.  I looked all over the internet for ideas and found myself inspired by this pic (I pinned it on my Pinterest board):

Mmmm…drinks that taste like some of my favorite cookies!  I sooo wanted to make them!  Unfortunately, every recipe required 50 million ingredients and I had none…well I had vodka.

Wanting to impress my guests, I printed out the drink recipes and headed to the liquor store. And holy hell, do you know how much money I’d have to spend to make a martini that tastes like Oreos? A LOT.  No thank you, Martha Stewart of the Alcoholic World.  I went home empty handed.

I was staring at my wine bottles when I thought to myself, “self, you’re resourceful, creative, smart, and beautiful (positive self talk is important). Surely you can come up with a great holiday drink that doesn’t require crazy shit like orange bitters and liquor soaked in unicorn balls.”  And so I did.

And this is where I tell you how to make a holiday inspired drink from ingredients you probably already have in your kitchen!

The Poor Man’s Peppermint Patty Martini

What you’ll need:

cheap vodka

vanilla extract

half & half

hot cocoa mix

sugar (optional)

candy cane

 

Directions:

1.  The first thing you need to do is to stick your candy cane*** into the bottle of vodka and shake. Set aside.

*Initally, I felt bad about stealing a candy cane from Ana’s bag but then I noticed that the tag said Juliet.  So Ana stole it from Juliet and I stole it from Ana? Suddenly I didn’t feel so bad for Ana.

Who’s Juliet? Does she know her candy is going in my vodka?

**Before putting it in the vodka, I accidentally dropped the candy cane on the floor and then stepped on it for good measure. But the great thing about cheap vodka is its ability to kill everything, even floor germs.

2.  Pour a handful of half & half into a cup, heat it up in the microwave, then stir in some hot cocoa powder.

You’re free to read the instructions on the back of the hot cocoa tin, but why stress yourself?

Me, once again proving that careful measurement is overrated.

3.  Throw in a half cap of vanilla extract. stir. taste.  If it’s not sweet enough, add sugar.

4.  Pour your cocoa concoction in a cocktail shaker with some ice.

5. Grab your vodka.  The candy cane should be dissolved by now, leaving you with a beautiful pink color.

Festive, no?

Now pour 2-3 gugs of vodka into the shaker.  What’s a “gug”?  It’s my unit of measurement for all my drink recipes.  As I pour alcohol, Brian usually stands next to me saying “gug, gug, gug,gug,….” to make me feel self conscious about drinking, then he goes out to smoke a cigar (a tobacco product).  If you don’t have your own household hypocrite, you can always use a shot glass.

6.  Shake and pour into a beautiful martini glass or jelly jar, whichever.

7. Garnish with a candy cane, peppermint patty, or thin mint.  Not having any of those left, I used a fig newton.

A classay drink! (not to be confused with a classy drink)

8. Take a deep breath…drink up!  CHEERS!

(Not bad, right?  In fact, I was shocked at how drinkable it was.  Of course, it smelled better than it tasted, but at a nickel per serving who cares?)

 

Tips for Tuesday! One classy Motha’s gift ideas!

Friday’s tragic events have left me feeling a little bit unfunny and tremendously sad. Needless to say, I’m having trouble getting my humor on. But shopping always perks me up, so for today’s post I thought that I would do a crappy version of “Oprah’s Favorite Things”.

Here’s a list of some great gift ideas (according to me) which Oprah would never endorse, purchase, or use.

Vino2Go – For the person who has everything except a wine glass that doesn’t spill when they’re drunk. This is available through The Product Farm…but damn it, I went to order it and it’s sold out! Son of a bitch!!! I thought I’d tell you about it anyway so you can place your order for Valentine’s day. Though I’m sure some asshole is selling it on ebay right now for $99 if you want to head over there, place your bid, and come back. I’ll wait.

Spending the Holidays with People I Want to Punch in the Throat by Jen of the blog People I Want to Punch in the Throat.

Do you want to read a heartwarming book that fills your soul with all sorts of holiday fuzzies? Well, I can’t help you there. But if you want a great laugh with that “I’m going to hell” feeling then head over to amazon.com and buy this book! It’s also available on kindle.

Beardhead.com I love these hats!!! But not a damn person in my family will wear one, not even to make me a little bit happy. So can you buy one, take a pic of someone in your family wearing it, and send it to me? It’ll give me a laugh AND I’ll show it to my family as a way to say “why can’t you be more like them”.

The company makes several styles. They even make baby ones! LOVE!

Birdcage Umbrella – I cannot wait to get this! Do you know how many times I’ve walked into a pole while holding an umbrella (and without)? Lots. With this umbrella, I’ll not only be able to see where I’m going but I’ll also stay dry from that damn slanted rain. AND this is the umbrella made for the Queen of England. That’s classy enough for me. check it out here. P.S. They make them for kids too!

Wine Rack – Simply brilliant! This is a sports bra that has a bladder insider where you can keep your favorite beverage. The hose allows you to pour drinks or sip directly from it! And good news…they’re on sale right now! This would make a great gift for your flat chested BFF! Going up a boob size has never tasted so good! Get one here.

*I do need to point out that it looks like she had a boob job and the tube is a bloody drainage tube. Did I just kill the sale?

Pull My Finger Santa – Would it surprise you to know that we’ve had a PMF Santa for years? While other famlies kick off their Christmas with the lighting of the tree, ours begins with the pulling of the finger. FAAARRT “Ho Ho Ho, Now that’s a stocking stuffer!” It’s a cherished family tradition. You can start your own PMF Santa tradition buy purchasing one here.

XL Wine Glass – OMG! This wine glass holds a WHOLE BOTTLE OF WINE! A whole bottle! Do you know what this means? I can say “I only had one glass of wine last night” with a straight face. I have no more words. Get it here!

Squeezable Boob Creamer – C’mon, tell me you didn’t just spit out your coffee when you saw this! This would make a great gift for…um…um…someone in your mommy’s play group? The company suggests you buy two of them for a more realistic look. Get ’em here.

Time to pitch my own stuff…

Beaver Babies: A vagucational tool – Why explain the miracle of birth when you can simply toss this reversible vagina to your kids and walk away? Let Beaver Babies unravel the mystery for them.

Here’s what people are saying about Beaver Babies…

“Brilliant….but disturbing” Jamie Salvatori, owner of www.vat19.com

“That’s what happens when you cross my creativity with your father’s sick sense of humor” Linda, my mother

“What the hell have you done?!” Brian, my exasperated husband

“Where’s the other slipper?” Ana, age 3

This also makes a great gift for the mother-to-be. Each Beaver Baby can be either a girl or boy, and customized to match your skin tone and hair color (including pubic). Read more about Beaver Babies and enter a giveawayhere.

To place an order or to receive a free crappy tutorial, contact me at kim@oneclassymotha.com.

To Bliss and Back (Life Well Blogged) by Abbey Fatica & Monica Merrill-Mylet

I AM IN THIS BOOK! Isn’t that reason enough to rush out and buy it? no? ok, bitch. Then how about this:

To Bliss And Back explores the hilarity that we all experience when confronted with the ups and downs of relationships and marriage. Join the thousands of readers that enjoy these stories posted by the titans of the blogging industry on a daily basis. What could be better than a personal time-out to read and wrap yourself in laughter this season?

Buy one for you, your mother, your BFF, and the lady that waxes your hooha. You can read more about the book and purchase it here. Or do you want to win one?!!!!

GIVEAWAY – I’ll be giving away an ebook to a lucky lucky reader! All you have to do is leave a comment and you’ll be entered into a random drawing! The drawing will take place on Thursday, because I really don’t have any plans that day.

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In the meantime, if you find any “OMG! I sooo need to get this for someone”, leave a comment below with a link to the site so I can buy it or pimp it out on my pinterest board.

Now go out there and make me proud by buying some crazy shit!

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Crap! Turns out it’s Friday. Happy Friday!

Jeez, I’m so sorry you guys. I thought today was Thursday so I didn’t write a Free Advice Friday post. Please don’t hate me. But if you do find yourself feeling pretty pissed, I have a Free Advice Friday post about anger management. So, um…here’s something else…

My visit to the optometrist

I went to the eye doctor on Monday…or was it yesterday? I swear the days all blend together. Hold on a sec, let me check what day I mentioned it on twitter, because that’s where I do most of my bitching. It’s my bitch diary.

Ok, according to my tweets, it was Wednesday.

Anyway, so I went to the eye doctor Wednesday and the assistant lady took me into this teeny tiny room. The room was like 3×5 and we were right on top of each other. I was just so damn grateful that I remembered to Fabreze myself before leaving the house.

*TIP – If you don’t have time to shower, Fabreze yourself…it’s not just for smelly couches anymore. Also, use Fabreze’s Active Sport line, because people who know anything about Fabreze will think you worked out.

She put a blood pressure cuff on my arm and asked me all sorts of non-eye related questions. She wanted to know: my height, my weight, any medications I took, if I might be pregnant “not that you look it! hahaha”. I was so confused, I screamed the date of my last menstrual cycle and started to disrobe for my pap smear. I figured we had just enough room if I put my legs up on the wall.

I think she was a little embarrassed for both of us because she wouldn’t make eye contact with me. Though maybe they don’t bother making eye contact because most people coming there can’t see?

Next, I was moved to a bigger and better room to wait for the eye doctor.

Can I just say, I hate the “Is 1 better or is 2? 2 or 3? 3 or 1?…better or worse or about the same?”

I’m convinced that when an optometrist asks “or about the same?” it’s code for, “I never changed the lens asshole, I just want to see if you’re full of bullshit and indecision”

Those damn vision tests are the most stressful tests I will ever take…and I’ve taken pregnancy tests. It’s a pretty big deal because if I screw it up, I’ll be running into poles for the next year.

After driving my optometrist crazy, by saying “can you do it again?” several thousand times, she escorted me to the frame lady.

Ah, the frame lady. I rely heavily on this woman. You see, I can’t see. When I’m trying on those frames, that are filled with plain glass and not my prescription, I can’t see myself clearly in the mirror. I depend on her to tell me if they look good, edgy but not too edgy, and if they compliment my face.

So when I saw that my frame lady was wearing Harry Potter glasses and a bad Christmas sweater, well, I just knew that I was better off closing my eyes and pointing to a pair on the wall. And so I did.

I bet I made a great uninformed choice. We’ll find out in 7-10 business days.

Afterwards, I headed out into the large parking lot where I failed to locate my SUV. I wandered around the lot for a while, a long while. At first, I was calm about the whole thing, it’s not like this hasn’t happened before. It wasn’t until minute 15 that the concern and fear really kicked in. But I kept searching…I kept the fire burning…for 2 more minutes.

Feeling tired and defeated, I rested my weary body on the bumper of the closest car. Not one to pass up a moment of vanity, I checked my hair in the reflection of the car next to me. Ugh, I could hardly see myself, the windows looked all gunked up from greasy little hands. And that’s when the realization occurred! Those greasy little hand prints were Ana’s.

Oh yeah, I drove Brian’s car to my eye doc appointment.

As soon as I got in his car I proceeded to post my ridiculousness on Facebook and Twitter because self-deprecation, in an attempt to make you laugh, is my ‘thing’. You’re welcome.

The reasons…

The reason we buy our toilet paper in bulk from Costco…

“Mom, is this enough?” Ana, age 3

 

The reason I will no longer go to Big Lots (until they send me vouchers to a nearby car wash)…

Notice the seagulls that live in the parking lot year round, despite us being 2 hours from the beach. Migrate damn it!

 

The real reason we still have baby gates and child proof locks…

This is just one of the rips…I have them strategically hidden. We’ll get a new couch the day after he dies.

 

The reason we are late for preschool every morning…

Maybe turn down your volume before clicking here.

 

The reason I prefer to shop alone…

Yes, she’s riding a plunger through the hardware store.

 

The reason my life is chaotic…funny…and beautiful…

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