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Tips for Tuesday: Tampon Bird Feeders & Scary Mommy!

You guys, today’s tip had the potential of being my best one ever. Had. Here’s what happened…

 

The Tampon Bird Feeder

The premise: This bird feeder just screams “Eco-Friendly”! *I used Tampax Super Plus with the cardboard applicator. Not only are you feeding the birds, but when the seeds are gone they can use the cotton for their nests! Brilliant, right?

The execution: Everything went as planned. I smeared peanut butter on 15 unused tampons (seriously, UNUSED. This is not the time to start recycling), rolled them in birdseed, and tied them all together with their handy dandy strings. I then hung the whole thing in a nearby tree while my neighbor measured for a fence.

The result: The birds loved it! …and then it rained.

I can tell you, with all honesty, I did not anticipate what happened next.

Sadly, the tampons absorbed ALL the rain water –> they swelled to 1,000 times their size & weight –> this caused the tree limb to break off –> which then landed on the poor birdie sitting below. *The worse part…he would’ve moved if it hadn’t been for all the peanut butter stuck in his wings (I used extra-chunky).

Bummer.

 

But guess what? None of this matters because the most awesome thing has happened to me (it’s all about me)! I’m giving another tip today, one with great results, over at Scary Mommy!!!

BOOM!!!

 

As if you didn’t already know, Jill Smokler is the New York Times bestselling author of Confessions of A Scary Mommy (April 2012) and Motherhood Comes Naturally (And Other Vicious Lies) (April 2013), and the creator of ScaryMommy.com, a parenting community for imperfect parents (does me being on there make sense now?).

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The Weekend through Crappy Pics

About a month ago, I got a “I need to have a hammock” bug up my ass. So I bought one at a yard sale for $10.  It wasn’t until this Saturday that the bug came out of my ass and said, “Listen Bitch, you need to hang that damn hammock!”  So off to the hardware store I went.

After selecting chains, hooks, and those things that mountain climbers use, I took everything to the counter.  The register guy rang it all up (it cost more than the hammock itself) and said “Do you need a bag for that?”  I don’t know about you, but when a cashier says “Do you need a bag for that?” I hear, “You DON”T need a bag for that.  And if you ask for one, you’re a lazy Earth-killer that probably pours Clorox bleach and chemical fertilizer down your kitchen drain.”

“Oh, no.  I have plenty of room in my purse for heavy duty chains.  In fact, I can use them to secure my hemp wallet and eco-friendly tampons.”

Then we went to the grocery store, where I had to put the chains on the conveyor belt to get my wallet out.  And Ana says to the clerk, “We’re going to hang-a-monk”

Ha…ha…ha…kids say the darnest things…that’ll get you arrested.

 

 

Later that night, we went out to a nice dinner (still haven’t hung the hammock).

And I made the mistake of taking Ana to the bathroom with me.

As I’m in the stall, I hear her say, “What’s this do?”  Then this happens…

*This is a reenactment as I’m not in the habit of taking my camera to the bathroom.

 

 

On Sunday, I decided I HAD to hang the hammock

I call this pic “Shit’s About to Get Real”…or “A Badass Lives Here”, I haven’t decided yet.

 

and then I HUNG IT! and it was TOO TAUNT! son of a bitch.

Now Ana uses it as a swing.

Bright side:  I can relax in a lawn chair while she swings on the monk I hung.

 

How was your weekend?

 

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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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