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Free Advice Friday – Leaky bladder? I got you covered!

peewithglee

 

Dear Kim,

When I read your blog I laugh so hard that I pee my pants. In Fact, I pee my pants almost every time I laugh and it’s embarrassing. Do you have any advice?

Pees With Glee,   Urineville, FL

 

Dear Pee,

Do you mind if I call you Pee? I was so flattered to hear that my blog makes you laugh so hard that you pee your pants, but then you added the part about you peeing at anything- basically you gave me a compliment then took it away. That was pretty insensitive. But because I’m such a great person, I’ll help you with your situation anyway.

I too suffer from laughter incontinence…also coughing incontinence, sneezing incontinence, and flatulence.  But I’m not going to address the latter.

A little about me. My incontinence developed shortly after giving birth to my son. He was 3 weeks late and about the height and weight of a very small man. When he vacated my womb he wore a Member’s Only jacket, looked around for his luggage, and walked out of the delivery room complaining of cramped traveling quarters.  I was really pissed considering he had just spent the last two weeks punching my bladder like a “to the death” cage match. Ungrateful SOB.

Needless to say, my bladder was never the same after that. In fact, having that baby changed the course of my life forever, it ended my career as a professional Trampolinist (Gasp!). That’s right Pee, I had my sights set on the 2008 summer Olympics and I believe I would have brought home the Gold! Sadly, I was told I couldn’t participate because the adult diapers I wore while “tramping” were considered a violation of the team’s regulation uniform. Apparently, the outline of the Depends through my unitard proved too much of a distraction for the judges.  I tried suggesting that I wear a “Heavy Flow” Maxi Pad as a compromise. They refused my appeal but granted me permission to continue competing on the amateur circuit. Amateur?! Ha!

“No thank you, Team USA. You’ll hear from my lawyer!”

Back to you Pee- there are really only a few suggestions I can offer:

1. Depends or Maxi Pads as previously mentioned. Though I don’t recommend you wear them swimming. I did this once and blew up like a provoked Puffer fish. And they’ll cause the leg holes on your bathing suit to sag open when you exit the pool. Embarrassing.

2. Cross your legs and hold your vajayjay. This works for my daughter but I don’t think it would be socially acceptable among your friends and family. If it is, then you need new friends and to put a respectable distance between you and your family.

3. Whenever you’re about to laugh think of something sad to counter it. I think about grape crops dying or fires in the desert destroying all the Agave plants or dogs that are forced to wear doggie rain boots. Wait, strike that last one…thinking about those dogs trying to walk in those stupid boots just made me laugh.

4. Urinate every 5 minutes. An empty bladder is a safe bladder. I have a friend that keeps a Princess Potty in her minivan at all times – and it plays “Zippity Do Da” while you pee. But she recommends emptying it before you drive off, when the pee sloshes around the music keeps playing.  You can only hear so much “Zippity Do Da” before you’ll want to back your car into a lightpost just to SHUT IT UP.

 

5. Just pee! There is nothing more rewarding than saying something funny then watching the urine pour down your friend’s leg. It’s truly a compliment and a bonding moment for you both. Just carry extra clothes in your purse.

Pee, I hope I was able to give you some worthwhile advice. Check in with me soon and let me know how things are going. And remember…with me, urine good hands! (oh shit, I think I just peed a little on that one)

Sincerely,

Kim

 

Dear Kim,

I was wondering if you could give me some healthy and tasty dinner ideas for my family.

Thank you, Beth in Farkletown, NY

 

Dear Beth,

Um, what? Have you even read my blog? But I’m here to help, right?…try www.idontknowwhyyouareaskingmethis.com

Bon appetite,

Kim

Free Advice Friday: One is the loneliest number

Dear Kim,

I’m a stay at home mom that just moved to the area and I don’t know anyone. I consider myself an introvert and as a result I’m having trouble meeting people. You seem outgoing, do you think you can give me some advice on how to create a network of friends in my new area?

Thank you,

Sally in Lonelyville, Md

Dear Sally,

Believe it or not, I was once in the same boat as you. Several years ago, I also moved to a new town and didn’t know a single soul. Sure, I had friends back home but with almost 6 miles between us, they said the distance made it too difficult for us to stay in touch. I had to strap on some self confidence and make new, local friends.

I turned to the best-selling self-help book, “How to Win Friends and Influence People” by Dale Carnegie. I don’t recommend it. The first rule was to “Become genuinely interested in other people.” I don’t know about you Sally, but I don’t have that kind of time or patience to cultivate empathy for other people.

So after returning the book to my dad, I set out to do my own research on human interaction and friendship. Through a combination of observations, interviews, and Maya Angelou poems, I came up with hundreds of tips for making friends- sadly, I can only remember 4.

Sally, if you follow my tips, I promise you’ll meet plenty of new people in your area. It’s only been 8 years and I’m already up to 5 friends!

Tip #1 Get Over Your Introversion

Is introversion a word? I don’t know, but my point is this…you need to relax and appear friendly or people will think you’re a snob. Remember the old saying, no one wants to roast marshmallows with a friend who has a stick up their ass, even if their own stick is broken.

So how do you come out of your shell? You ease yourself out of it.

Begin by waving at your neighbors’ dogs. That’s right. Whether you’re walking or driving through your neighborhood, I want you wave to all the dogs sitting in their yards. Once you get comfortable with that, start making small talk with them. Ask them about the weather, their favorite treats, their bowel movements (dogs like that), basically anything that gets you chit-chatting. It’s great practice and will do wonders for your social skills.

Eventually, you’ll be comfortable enough to wave and talk to your neighbors (even the ones that drool) and your neighbors will come to see you as a friendly, eccentric* person.

*my therapist says eccentric = exciting!

Tip #2 Join a Gym

A gym is a great place to meet other stay at home moms! And it’s pretty easy to strike up a friendship here. Simply go into a yoga class and lay your mat next to another mom’s mat (note: It’s important that your mats are touching), take a huge gulp of your coffee, lean into her face and slowly breathe the words “Helloooo!” She’ll immediately smell the coffee on your breath and know that you like coffee. You have just increased your odds that she’ll ask you to join her for a latte after class. Go you!

Tip #3 Be Prepared

Always carry a huge purse and keep it filled with anything another mother might need. Whether you’re at a park with your kid or at the mall trying on Spanx, listen for comments like, “I could really use a drink”, “Does anyone have a tampon”, and “I’m starving”* Having what someone else needs can be a huge icebreaker and they might feel obligated to thank you by being your friend (don’t feel shy about pointing that out).

* I like to keep classy snacks like creme brûlée in my purse, not Cheetos- you want quality friends.

Tip#4 Join a Book Club

Go to your local book store and inquire about book clubs in your area. Join all of them.

It’s important that, before each meeting, you read the book cover to cover. And if you really want to impress, you’ll come with a dissertation that debates the author’s purpose in relation to society. For example, I just did one titled “Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons: Post-feminism in a moderately constructed utopia”.

Sally, people like and respect smart people who aren’t afraid to show it. Oh, and make sure to print enough copies for everyone.

There you have it. If you can’t make friends with the wealth of information I’ve provided then your best bet is to buy a parrot and a chimpanzee. The parrot is for gossip and friendly conversation and the chimpanzee will happily drink wine with you (but give him grape juice and tell him it’s wine; chimpanzees are angry drunks).

Good luck to you, my friend!

Kim

Are we still here?

Shit.

If you’re reading this then that means the world didn’t end. Which is a good thing unless you came here looking for Free Advice Friday. I didn’t want to spend my last night on earth telling you how to live your life. So, instead I drank wine in bed while watching DVR’d episodes of How I Met Your Mother (don’t you dare judge me).

My “because the world didn’t end” to-do list:

Write “Free Advice Friday” and post it

Go shopping for Christmas gifts

Lose the 10 pounds I put on

Buy more wine

Clean the house

Go to the grocery store

Shave my legs

In the meantime, I’ll leave you with some random advice based on my own personal experience (throwing you a bone here):

Never Ever throw runny dog shit into a nearby bush.

The laws of physics dictate that the branches will bow, allowing some of the dog shit to slide to the ground, whereby the shift in weight will cause the branches to rapidly return with such velocity that it’ll fling the remaining shit back at you.

Shit will rain down on you. It just will. – I cried.

Now go out into the world wiser, showered, and grateful for another day!

UPDATE

P.S. Guess what happened at 6:11am? Turns out the Mayans weren’t predicting the apocalypse at all, they were predicting the start of my god awful menstrual cycle. So you see, this was all about me. Sorry for the scare:(

Free Advice Friday: Mom, is Santa real? crap.

Dear Kim,

My daughter has been asking me if Santa is real. What should I say?

Nancy in North Poleless, TX

 

Dear Nancy,

I’m so sorry that you’re faced with the god awful “Santa” discussion, it’s almost worse than talking about sex.  But here’s my advice, lie.

I’m not suggesting that you lie by telling her Santa exists, I’m suggesting that you say he died. That’s right. Dead. Gone. Over the rainbow and all that shit. And here’s the reason…if you admit that you’ve participated in years and years of deception and all that “Santa won’t bring you anything” crap was just an empty threat, then you’ve lost her. And all the values you’ve worked so hard to instill in her, with lessons like “you can get pregnant just from kissing a boy”, “masturbation will cause blindness”, and “an angel dies every time your curse”  will go right down the toilet.  You must lie to maintain your credibility.

It’s important, however, that you realize your daughter will need time to deal with Santa’s death.  You must be ready to be a supportive parent while she goes through the 5 stages of grief.  Luckily I can help you with that too.

Nancy, did you know that in 1996 I spent 6 months working as a grief counselor?  That’s right, I worked for an fabulous therapist by the name of Wong, Dr. Wut S. Wong.

I was amazed by Dr. Wong’s ability to soothe a grieving widow and to put a smile on her face. And I spent every moment eagerly soaking up all the knowledge he had to offer…until the day the police showed up. It turns out Dr. Wong was a con-man / method actor.  He was just running a scam to meet a wealthy widow to support him in case his callback for the Broadway musical “Rent” never came.  The irony is, his callback did come but he was under house arrest.

This unfortunate turn of events left me unemployed but I was determined to continue counseling.  While looking for a job, I took courses through my local community college.That’s when I realized that Dr. Wong was a complete fraud.  I should have known that the “5 Stages of Grief” weren’t: Sad, Pissed, Throwing Shit Out, and All Better Now. Hell, that’s only 4 steps. I really ignored the red flags.  Not to mention, Dr. Wong had blue eyes and red hair.

After graduating from college, I found another position with a charitable organization. And I’m proud to say, that while I was there, I established a weekly support group for those in mourning called Delivering Empathy & Alliance Through Humanity.  I referred to them as our D.E.A.T.H. meetings.

Nancy, here are the real “5 Stages of Grief” and what you can expect from your daughter in each one.

Denial– She’s going to think you’re totally bullshitting her on this one, after all, you’ve lied before.  To be convincing, you must be ready with details.  For example, you need to know HOW Santa died.  I always say “he died from the stress of your gift demands”. Also, I find that presenting cigarette ashes in a Christmas stocking while saying, “Here, Santa would want you to have his charred remains” is a really nice touch.  And it gives her some tangible proof.

Anger–  She’ll be angry with the possibility that she may be getting fewer gifts.  Kids are greedy bastards.

Bargaining–  Expect a lot of “buy me_____,  or I’ll tell my baby sister he died”.

Depression– She’ll be sad until you buy a really great gift. A pony or an iPhone usually does the trick.

Acceptance– Santa who?

Nancy, I hope I was able to help you.  I also offer advice on how to successfully address other sensitive topics like “Where do babies come from“.  In fact, I’m currently writing an Ebook called, Raising Kids: Their Questions, Your Answers, &  Martini Recipes.  I’ll drop you a line when it becomes available on Amazon.com.

Sincerely,

Kim

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