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Weekend in Crappy Pics!

 

On Friday morning, I woke up to Collin screaming in my face, “Wake up! It’s Moms and Muffins day! Wake up! Wake up! I said, MOMS AND MUUUUFFFINSS!

Holy shit Oprah, put the bugle down and back the hell up.

Later that afternoon, while driving Ana to a “drop-off” birthday party (hell, yeah!), I received the following email…

After I finished pissing my pants, I gave her a buzz. 

They were in the midst of considering a segment, and wanted to know if I’d like to come up to NYC on Tuesday and be on the show as part of a “moms” panel.  They were looking for funny moms that “tell it like it is”.  A little voice in my head said “Oh, you’ll ‘tell it like it is’ alright, and this will end with you writing personal apology letters to all of your friends & family.” But I told that little voice to shut up, this was Bethenny!

You guys would have been so proud, I played it totally cool on the phone with phrases like “That sounds great”, “Sure, Id love to”, and “No problemo” (ok, not so proud of that last phrase). 

I’m honestly not sure how I managed to talk AND hold down my vomit. 

I was so excited at the idea of meeting Bethenny!  I was equally excited to spend a night in a hotel alone, not to mention someone else doing my hair and makeup the next morning!  I was kinda hoping they’d have someone to shave my legs for me too, but I wasn’t sure how to ask.

Sadly, I received an email later that day that the segment had been cut. But the producer said she hoped to keep in touch and work with me in the future! You know what that means?! I have more time to lose those damn 15 pounds before the camera adds 10!  Wait…do you think they say that to everyone? Nah.

I’m totally sending Bethenny a Beaver Baby.

On Saturday, we went to our neighborhood Pig Roast. But before leaving the house, I explained to the kids that we wouldn’t be eating the pig because its whole body (with head) would be on display. “It’s so sad and barbaric!” I cried.  Then I explained the definition of a hypocrite as I finished my Bacon, Egg, & Cheese sandwich with a side of ham.  If I’m anything, it’s self-aware.

The Pig Roast is always a great time.  There’s a moonbounce, music, food, drinks, games, face painting…

Some things change while others stay the same.

My little girl is growing up…to be deceitful.

The “Wrecking Ball” thingamajig was new this year.  When I first saw it, I thought it looked pretty dangerous…

but 3 glasses of Chardonnay & 20 sugar cookies later, here we were…

 

She was scrappy but I still managed to take her down.

 

On Sunday, we took Collin to Flag football practice.  If you’ve read the last two “Weekend in Crappy Pics”, you know that Ana has attached herself like a “parasite” to a “host” family during these practices…like a tick to a dog…or a tapeworm to intestines. Who knows how they think of her.

When we arrived yesterday, I saw Ana’s other mother sitting across the field, under a tree.  She must have sensed us heading her way because she looked up, and when our eyes met, I immediately recognized the survivalist flight instinct (I see it in the mirror everyday).

“Shhh, Ana. Move veerrry slowly, we don’t want to scare her.”

The phrase ‘It’s more afraid of us than we are of it’ was probably never more appropriate.

Not one to listen, Ana started running full force across the field, arms flailing, lungs screaming.  She reminded me of one those reunions shows, where both parties run towards each other, ready to slam into an emotional embrace, only Ana’s family ran behind a tree and completely disappeared. DISAPPEARED! POOF! How? I need to learn that trick.

 

I had to explain to her that they didn’t want her anymore and that it probably had something to do with her torturing their dog, Grumbles. She was a little hurt and a lot pissed but she calmed down by pulling out her My Little Pony and combing its hair with my new toothbrush.

 

On the way back to the car, she pulled on my arm and whispered “Look mom, a little pet is sleeping. Shhh. Can we take a picture of him? He’s so cute!”

What is that?

upon closer inspection…

A Dead Rat

 And so the rest of the day was spent talking about the “sleeping” rat and why he might be so tired.

How was your weekend?

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The Weekend in Crappy Pics

On Friday morning, Brian went into the hospital to have his tonsils removed, his uvula cut, and his deviated septum repaired (sleep apnea issues). It was Friday the 13th, people. Let me repeat, it was Friday. The. 13th. Apparently, that was the only day his doctor’s surgical schedule was clear. Gee, I wonder why?

Thankfully, surgery went great. The doctor said his deviated septum was the worst one he’s ever seen so this surgery should make a huge difference in his breathing (and hopefully his snoring. Shoot me if not.)

Anyhoo, after surgery, as I was sitting lovingly by his side, I pulled out my camera and started snapping away. I mean, let’s face it, that mummy-looking shit is “Weekend in Crappy Pics” gold! Unfortunately, the drugs weren’t strong enough and he woke up and made me swear I wouldn’t post any of the pics on my blog. What a baby. Fine.

But he didn’t say I couldn’t draw him…

 

BAM!!! I could totally be a court sketch artist! Check it out, compare my drawing to the original and tell me I’m not right.

 

 

They stuck him down some dark corridor, so I was really excited to see that his room had a window…

“Well, that’s an unfortunate view.”

A graveyard? Next door? Really?

And then it got stranger. I looked directly down and noticed that there were gravestones ON the hospital property.

“Hang in there. Things could be worse, you could be here.” – an inspirational message brought to you by ABC Hospital

20 million hours later, Brian’s ice bag needed refilling and I was about to call the nurse until I saw this…

so I found the ice machine and refilled it myself. Then I checked his blood pressure, took his temperature, and inserted a catheter. I think I did it right, but he might be peeing in two different directions for the next few weeks.

 

On Saturday morning, I headed out to pick him up at the hospital.

 

That was really hard, guys- I really wanted to stop. If he ever doubted my feelings for him…

We did absolutely nothing for the rest of the day.

 

On Sunday, I woke up to the sweet sound of birds tweeting…or so I thought. Turns out it was just Brian breathing through the tubes in his nose. I’m going to miss those tubes.

In the afternoon, I took Collin to flag football and Ana came along so that Brian could rest.

Remember last Sunday, when I busted out some Parasite Parenting skillz and Ana attached herself to the family with two boys and a dog? Well, I DID IT AGAIN, BABY! Same family too! suuuucckkkers.

 

 

When she got tired of standing behind them, she sat in her chair and moved it a foot closer every 5 minutes.

They didn’t notice her until she was in her new mommy’s lap. She’s that good.

When practice was over, I retrieved her and said to her other mother, “Hey, thanks for entertaining her. I couldn’t help but notice that you took family photos.Would you mind making copies for me? Thanks.”

And how was your weekend?

P.S. Did I mention that today is Brian’s birthday? Poor guy (and umm, bad planning on his part).

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The Weekend in Crappy Pics!

On Friday, my BFF and I went to our friend’s house for her 40th birthday party. It was a great set-up with food and mingling inside and music and a bonfire outside. I was having a fabulous time chit-chatting with everyone and then I looked to my right and saw this…

Three. Three is apparently the number of margaritas it takes for me to believe that I’m capable of twirling a fire baton without posing a risk to myself or to those around me.

As I stood there slack jawed and rattling the ice cubes in my empty margarita glass, the conversation in my head went like this:

That doesn’t look so hard, I could totally do that! I’m sooo doing that! Ugh, c’mon guy, give someone else a turn. I’m surprised he hasn’t caught his beard on fire yet. If he does, I could twirl the baton while we’re waiting for the ambulance and tell everyone it’s so the driver can see us better, then I won’t look so insensitive. Does a beard fire get stomped out? Oh oh oh, maybe he has another baton in his van and we can have a fire baton-off! YES! A FIRE BATON-OFF!

Then the conversation outside of my head, with my BFF, went like this:

Me: “I’m pretty coordinated, right?”

Her: “We’re outta here.”

Without her, I’d probably be typing this from the hospital burn unit.

 

 

On Saturday, I went to a bridal shower luncheon for my girlfriend, the same one that had the 40th b-day party the night before (hello, hangover), and afterwards we all went to get Mani/Pedi’s

And let me tell you, these were no ordinary mani/pedi’s! We had 20 minute foot rubs, 15 minute hand rubs, plus complimentary shoulder and neck rubs. Oh, AND champagne, cupcakes, wine, mimosas- the works!

Would you believe we arrived at the salon at 3:30 pm and didn’t leave until 7 pm?! I know Brian didn’t. He thought I was bullshitting him and milking my alone time, “No manicure/pedicure takes that long!” I started to pull out my receipt to show him the time/date stamp but quickly realized that the $$$ on the receipt would only take us down another ugly path. Luckily, Collin and I had to be at another bonfire by 7:30 so I quickly changed and fled the house.

 

And this is how I arrived to the bonfire. How, people, how?

But guess what?! I had the $150 “complimentary” flip flops from my mani/pedi in the car! They were a little unstable but whatever.

Sunday morning, we mistakenly took the kids to a fancy/organic/ farm to table/ linen table cloth restaurant for brunch. Collin said that the place was creepy and he never wanted to come again. Ana showed her disapproval by hiding her face and making fart noises while yelling “Mommy FAAAARRTED!” over and over again. Before we left, I tried to make a reservation for their Thanksgiving buffet. They said they were booked.

After brunch, we drove Collin straight to flag football practice because who doesn’t like watching their kid vomit $20 free range eggs all over the field?

The moment we arrived, we scouted out the perfect spot to set up our chairs. Where to set up? Where. To. Set. Up? Hmm…remember your parasite parenting tips, Kim.

Aww, look, a nice family with a dog and young kids! Perfect! It shouldn’t be long now…

Shhh, be very still. Rarely has the parasite attachment process been captured on film.

Take a close look.

closer still…

Even the dog didn’t notice that she had joined their family. And that folks, is parasite parenting done right!

How was your weekend? Do anything interesting or horrible or horribly interesting?

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The Weekend in Crappy Pics!

So we’re back from staycation and can I tell you, we are not staycation people. People like us need to be out of our environment to really relax. Case in point, on staycation Day 1, I bought two new tires for the front of the car and told Collin that there’s no such thing as Santa. How’s that for quality family time?

I felt really bad about the Santa thing but he kept asking me and begging me. And jeez, he’s 9, it’s about time.

At first, I thought about telling him that Santa died in a chimney fire and that us parents were just picking up where Santa left off. “It was his dying wish.” I’d say. But something told me that might be more damaging to his psyche in the long run…that “something” was probably common sense.

After I told him the truth, he dropped his head and became very quiet. Sorry, but I didn’t take a crappy pic of this moment, I’m not heartless…but it looked a lot like this:

Every time I caught a glimpse of him in the rear view mirror, my heart broke. Oh, did I not mention that we were driving down the highway when I crushed him? Yeah, the whole thing could have been handled better.

After a few minutes I whispered, “Collin? Did I just kill your childhood?” He slowly shook his head no.

Turns out he was glad to know the truth before entering 4th grade. Apparently, last year he was 1 of only 4 kids in his class who still believed, and he vehemently defended the existence of Santa to all of his other classmates. Now he felt like a fool. And how do I know he felt like a fool? Because 1. He told me and 2. I was 1 of only 4 people in the world who vehemently defended Milli Vanilli against lip syncing accusations…until their record skipped mid concert. “Girl you know it’s tru..tru..tru…tru…true”. I do now, Milli Vanilli, I do now.

 

 

The biggest thing we did on our staycation was a day trip to Hershey Park.

 

Once we arrived, we realized Ana thought we were going to “Horsey Park”. Needless to say, she was pretty pissed when she was handed a bite sized chocolate bar and not her very own pony.

 

“Can I ride the horsey now?”

In true One Classy Family fashion, it only took a few minutes for us to make a bad decision. See this game- the one with the gun that shoots a rubber ball using extreme air pressure?

Well someone let Ana play, but I won’t say who.

I swear I saw it happening in my mind seconds before it actually happened. Ana pulled the trigger, the rubber ball hit the edge of the platform, riochetted around, flew back, and hit her in the eye.

“Waaahhhh! I just want to ride a horsey! Waaaahhh”

We decided to stop playing games and moved on to the rides.

I’ve decided that amusement parks are perfect for the busy family, the family that never finds time to sit down and just talk to one another. You know why? Because you spend the whole damn day in a line and by the time you’ve reached a ride you have nothing left to talk about except how you have nothing left to talk about.

“Hey Collin, wanna play ‘Guess How Many Fillings I Have’?” *I have zero- took him forever.

Five hours, 3 rides, and 90% humidity later, the kids were begging to go to the water park. So after changing in a room the size of a broom closet, we headed over to the great big huge wave pool…which was closed because some kid shit in it. He also shit all over our dreams. Thanks, kid.

*I have no pictures of this part of the trip because I had to leave my phone in the locker. You’ll have to paint you’re own mental image.

Consequently, all the other water areas were clogged with 1-hour wait lines BECAUSE THE POOL WAS CLOSED! We stood in the shortest line we could find, and when we were finally at the front, Ana stubbed her toe and it started bleeding everywhere! “Can we go home now?” was said in unison.

On the drive home, we were all disappointed, exhausted, and dry. I wanted to stop here to complain:

“Jesus Christ! That place was ridiculous!”

but Brian said I should write him a formal letter now that we know his address.

The rest of our staycation was more of a stay-in-bed-cation. If we ever do this again, I’m totally hiring a maid to come in for clean up and turn down service.

How was your week?

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