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My haircut victim’s revenge.

February 21, 2013 Written by One Classy Motha

As some of you may have already read, on Sunday I gave Ana a god awful home-made haircut (it put the “home” in homely) and boy was she pissed!

Who’s mommy’s pretty girl?

You can read that sad story here.

Anyway, I’ve since noticed a little “backlash”.  It started subtly enough.  She was really mean to her playdate on Monday, saying things like “You can’t play with my toys”, “You’re not my friend anymore”, and the most ridiculous one:

“I don’t like your hair!” Really Ana?

Her friend was all like, “Bitch! Did you just go there?! Oh hell no!” (Preschooler to Street Talk translation)

On Tuesday, Collin discovered something disturbing in Ana’s dollhouse….

Yes- the whole doll family, except the little blonde girl (go figure), was shoved into this wardrobe and then taped up, I assume to prevent escape.  Is she sending us a message?  Oh lord, I hope she’s at least providing them with food and water.

Then on Wednesday, she approached me like this…

Is that shit?

OMG! Did she just smear crap on her hands and now she’s threatening to touch me with it? WTF?! So ran behind the kitchen island, putting a possible shit blockade between us, and I yelled  “What is that? What’s on your hands?”

Girlfriend knew exactly what she was doing.  She laughed and said “Oh mommy! hahaha It’s just brown marker.” -talking to me like I was the crazy one!

Well yesterday, it all came to an ugly head…

Collin needed a haircut, so I told Ana that we were going to the hair salon and Shit. Hit. The. Fan!

She threw a fit and refused to get in the car.  Long story short, the stand off ended with me carrying her to the car (without her shoes on) and strapping her in her carseat while she spewed verbal venom everywhere:

“I don’t like you. I don’t like your shirt.  And I don’t like your face!”

and then,for good measure, she threw in:

“And I don’t like any colors of the rainbow either!”

What does that even mean?  She had clearly lost her mind.

When we arrived at the salon, I was surprised that she settled down.  Ok, that’s not entirely true, at first she laid on their bench screaming for a professional haircut.  After promising her she could get one tomorrow at a super cool salon (Kids Kuts), then she settled down.

I am so hopeful that, after today’s haircut, this ugliness will be behind us.  I was going to end this post by promising never to cut her hair again, but we both know that would be a lie.

 

 

 

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Cheapo Wino Review Wednesday

February 20, 2013 Written by One Classy Motha

2010 Horse Heaven HillsH3 Les Chevaux Red Wine – $10.99

(Blend – 80% Merlot 13% Cabernet Sauvignon 7% Syrah)

Wine Maker’s Notes:  “Aromas of fresh blueberries, anise and earth lead to firm and supple tannins on the palate. This red wine blend presents incredible depth, with layered flavors of candied nuts, licorice and dark chocolate that lead to a mocha finish featuring ample, sweet tannins.”

Wine Spectator’s Notes: “Supple and spicy, with a plush-textured, dark-hued, blackberry-rich mouthful lingering against creamy oak notes on the long and polished finish. Merlot, Cabernet Sauvignon and Syrah. Drink now through 2017.” (90 points)

Kim’s Notes: “I’m so confused”

Ok, so you know how you go to your grandmother’s house on Thanksgiving and you can’t wait to eat the mashed potatoes because you just LOVE mashed potatoes.  The bowl gets passed around, you scoop a huge ass portion onto your plate and dig in.  Mmm, it’s fluffy, smooth, and rich…but wait…what the hell is that taste? WTF is it? Grandma?!

Oh yeah, she forgot to mention that she added radishes to them this year.  I did not expect that.  I hate radishes.  Thanks a lot.  But then you shrug and eat it anyway because you LOVE mashed potatoes.  Well, that’s exactly like this wine.

So I poured a nice big glass (it smelled nice and oaky), took a big gulp (a full, round feel in the mouth), then I felt Pop Rocks going off in the back of my throat.  Ok, not Pop Rocks but it was this huge peppery-ness (is that even a descriptor?).  It was kinda weird because the smell, feel, and initial flavor was very pleasant, it was just a few seconds of pepper after every gulp.  I winced a little every time but, needless to say, I kept drinking it.

Would I buy it again?…Meh, probably not.  Would I drink it if you served it at the next book club? Of course I would, duh.

*I decided that, like wine spectator, I needed a rating scale.  And since a wine bottle holds 4 glasses (so I’ve been told…all mine hold far less), I’m going to rate a wine based on how many glasses I would drink before switching to something else.

MY RATING

Drum roll, please…..

I give this wine 2 WINE GLASSES

But if you love pepper, this is the cheapo wino for you!

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Tip for Tuesday- Always try it before you buy it.

February 19, 2013 Written by One Classy Motha

I’m a firm believer of the old adage “try it before you buy it”, and I don’t care what it is. Ice cream shop, ask for a spoon. A wine bar, ask for a sip. A book store, read a chapter while sitting in their bathroom stall. A restaurant,…well, you can’t really ask the chef to prepare a bite for you (that would be weird), but what you can do is look around the restaurant for someone eating what you’re thinking of ordering, and ask for a taste. However, DO NOT take more than 1 square inch of food, because that’s rude.

Yesterday, I decided to head out to research some of our upcoming household purchases. We’re currently in need of a stainless steel refrigerator, some outdoor furniture, and a new toilet for the upstairs bathroom. By the way, Brian won’t agree with any of this.

*Brian’s motto: If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. And if it is broke, learn to live without it.

So I bribed Ana with the promise of purchasing a “cooperation” toy, and we drove out toward Lowes. On our way there, I ordered a pizza for delivery.

Pizza Guy: Your address?

Me: Lowes, the Outdoor Living department. Second table on your left.

That’s right, I ordered a pizza. Why, you ask? Well, we love to spend our summer evenings eating outdoors and I rarely cook and TRY IT BEFORE YOU BUY IT.

Ana and I both loved the look and feel of the tiles, however, I found that the uneven surface made my wine glass wobble a little bit, making me extremely uncomfortable. Granted, the customers gawking at us didn’t help. I bet this is how celebrities feel when they’re eating out.

After lunch we walked over to the appliance section to see if the leftover pizza and wine would fit in the stainless steel refrigerator that I had my eye on.

Damn it, the wine won’t fit. I guess it’s not meant to be GE.

HOLY SHIT! A dedicated wine holder! Wrap it up!

After eating and storing our food (and my wine) in our new fridge, it was time to check out the toilets.

Ana says “Urine for a real treat with this toilet seat! It’s Craptastic!”

It took her 5 toilets before she finally settled on this one- So remember, TRY IT BEFORE YOU BUY IT!

 

 

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And this is why I shouldn’t own scissors.

February 18, 2013 Written by One Classy Motha

Brian kept making comments all week about the recent haircut I gave our darling Ana. Ok, I might sorta agree that her bangs were a tiny bit severe, but I didn’t think it looked that bad. But his jokes were relentless and it was starting to piss me off.

So on Sunday, after his 50th “Have you seen window head?”, I annoyingly grabbed a pair of scissors, waved them around, and softly sang, “Oh Ana, where are you?”

I might have looked a little crazy.

Brian: No no no…just leave it alone. You’ll only make it worse.

Me: No I won’t. I can totally blend her bangs in. I just didn’t have the time before.

Brian: I’m sorry I said anything. Really, please, just don’t.

Me: Fine, I won’t.

I put the scissors back and waited for Brian go upstairs. Then I quietly pulled the scissors back out and found Ana watching Scooby Doo.

Me: Ana, mommy’s going to fix your hair while you watch TV, ok?

Ana: Ok.

And that’s where it went wrong. So very very wrong.

It must have been an exciting edition of Scooby Doo because, as I was about to make a very professional cut that would have pulled the whole look together, she jumped up and…oops.


Ruh Roh, Shaggy.

I tried fixing the look by cutting some more, and more, and more, and more…and oh god, someone please stop me!

It wasn’t until I heard the voices say “Shaving her head would probably even this out…” that I threw the scissors down and scurried away to the closest corner.

It appears that I inadvertently created a new style that I like to call “Ultra Bangs”. Unlike regular bangs, which stop at the temple, Ultra Bangs say “Why stop there? Let’s take this shit all the way to the ears!”

FYI- Ultra Bangs are a bad look.

Ana saw the alarm on my face and knew that I had done something terrible. She got up, looked in the mirror, and then snapped. Next thing I know, she’s crawling around the floor like an animal (one with an awful haircut), grabbing tiny clumps of hair and slapping them to her forehead while screaming “Put it back! I want it back!” over & over again.

We were a sight, me sitting in the corner biting my nails, and her manically collecting hair like her little social life depended on it (it did).

Pull it together, Kim.

I knew, as her mother, it was my job to help her accept this new, cruel reality, which was…she was now a mullet child who would be home schooled until her bangs grew back in.

Shit! I can’t even find time to get a mani/pedi, now I gotta home school?

After we both accepted our new lots in life, I gently rocked her in my arms, while stroking her choppy hair and muttering “Pretty girl, Pretty girl, who’s mommy’s pretty girl?”

She wouldn’t answer.

 

 

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