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Free Advice Friday! What NOT to bring on a romantic vacation.

Dear Kim,

My husband and I are going to Mexico on our first “adults only” vacation since our kids were born. I’m so excited! I don’t even know what I should pack to make this a special and romantic trip. Do you have any advice?

Por Favor,

Judy

 

 

Dear Judy,

That’s wonderful! I believe that trips, without the children, are necessary for the preservation of the marital relationship. In fact, I used to advise my clients…wait…did I ever mention that I was a marriage counselor for a few weeks?

It was shortly after my WTF greeting card company folded, and I desperately needed some dough for my cat’s third anal cyst surgery. I thought to myself, “Sugar Lips (positive self talk), how can I get Mr. Bojangles to stop licking her ass?” and more importantly, “How am I going to pay for this surgery?”. Then it occurred to me, “I’m married, I have a Bachelors degree in psychology- why not be a marriage counselor?!”

Having just spent a shitload of money on business cards and letterhead for my greeting card company, I decided to name my practice “WTF Greetings Marriage Counseling”. Admittedly, the name created a bit of a buzz in our small Baptist community. And not the good kind of buzz. But I think it was my philosophy that eventually won over the church ladies: “Husbands, admit you’re wrong and you’ll both get along!”

Unfortunately, I believe it was my hours (MWF 2pm-3:45pm) that really killed my business. But hey, Guiding Light wasn’t going to watch itself.

I’m sorry Judy, I seem to have gone off topic. It happens.

Anyway, I’m not going to give you advice on what to pack, instead I’m going to give you advice on a few things NOT to pack. Trust me, this is going to save you embarrassment, money, and time. But mostly embarrassment.

1. Lavender scented bath salts– I don’t care if your pedicure lady swears it’s a “sexy aphrodisiac” for your hotel jacuzzi. Guess what, Xiaoling, customs thought your “sexy aphrodisiac” was a bag of sweet smelling cocaine and they were way too eager to see if I had more.

Riddle: What do customs and dentists have in common? Cavity searches, Xiaoling, cavity searches.

2. Sex toys & kinky lingerie – Whatever you’re into, keep that shit at home! And if you’re traveling internationally…forget it! They’ll open your suitcase in front of the whole plane and toss that crap around like it’s a damn Caesar salad, using “Judy’s lube” as the dressing. *traveler’s tip: hair conditioner and his electric toothbrush will do in a pinch.

3. Sneakers – Hahaha! Pahleeese! Your ass isn’t working out! Save the luggage space for a sombrero and some maracas.

4. A screwdriver– Don’t ask. just know mine was confiscated.

5. Sweet pics of your kids – Ugh. I guarantee, after 3 margaritas and a Kamikaze chaser, you’ll take one look at those “cherubs” in the photo and call home drunk. And during your drunken “I miz my baaabies” conversation, you’ll say something stupid like “Lawd knows, I didn’t mean to gets knocked up wid you, but I’m soooo glad I did!” Trust me, Judy, that phone call was nothing but a big fat therapy bill.

 

Judy, I hope you take my advice to heart. Remember, you can always buy something you forgot, but you can never forget anything you brought.

 

Adios!

Kim

 

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Free Advice Friday! Pushing up Daisies

Dear Kim,

This is a time sensitive question that I hope you can help me with. My neighbors are currently on a two week vacation, and just last night my dog (Muglie) dug up ALL of their daisies on the side of their house. Normally I wouldn’t be too concerned but they already hate Muglie because he ate their pet bunny last year. Though I really couldn’t blame him, it’s not like Flopsy was wearing a collar or anything. I’m just not sure how to handle the situation because I need to get along with these people.

 

Sincerely,

Flowerless Francine

 

 

Dear Francine,

 

I could simply tell you what to do OR I could rehash a little story, alluding to my advice. I’m going to go ahead and assume you prefer the latter…

About 20 years ago, I was dating this really great guy named Doug. Not only was he sensitive and a great dresser, but he was manager of the Candy Kitchen where I worked and nominated twice for their prestigious “Fudge Packer of the Year” award.

Well one night, after watching one of Doug’s favorite musicals, “Miss Saigon”, he turned to me and said we had to break up. No real explanation and no clues as to why! All I got was a simple “Kim, I’m gay”. But I already knew he was a happy person and I loved him for it…what did that have to do with anything?

Sad and confused, I jumped into my Dodge Daytona and headed home. Through my tears, I didn’t notice the possum crossing the dark road until he became my furry, squishy speed bump. OH NO! Up until that point, I had never hit another living thing…except for Charlotte Morgan…with my fist…on the playgroup – bitch tried jumping in on my double dutch!

I pulled my car over and got out, intending to give it CPR (You laugh, but I saved my cat, Danny, the year before, when we accidentally overdosed him with tranquilizers for traveling purposes).

As I stood over the possum’s body, gathering my wits about me, it occurred to me that he might be playing possum. I mean, that’s how they got their name, right? What if I bent down to give him CPR and he went batshit crazy, wrapping his little paws around my head and chewing my face off?

I ran back to my car for a flashlight, I wanted to see if this tricky little bastard was still breathing. As I was rooting around in my car, this huge truck came barreling down the street and ran right over Pickles (yeah, I gave him a name)! Pickles came spitting out of the rear tires and flipped in the air twice before landing at my feet. I was pretty sure he was definitely dead. Ain’t no CPR bringing him back. Change of plans.

So I started looking around my car again for something I could use to dig a 12″ x 12″ grave. I found a 7-11 Big Gulp cup and started chipping away at the earth. Did I mention it was winter? Yeah, the ground was like a rock and my plastic cup wasn’t making a dent.

Plan B: I went back into my disgusting “Mary Poppins” trunk and pulled out a guy’s XXL Hanes undershirt. WTF? Where did that come from? Anyway, I dragged Pickles into the grass and covered him with the white t-shirt like we were in some outdoor morgue, and I said a few words. Then I wrote a note. For whom? I’m not sure… the sanitation workers, Pickles’ family, my conscious?

 

To Whom it May Concern,

 

Pickles’ last moments were filled with joy and laughter. Just before I struck him with my car, he was dancing in the road without a care in the world. Perhaps if he were paying attention, none of this would have happened. But I digress.

(*in hindsight, I don’t recommend blaming the victim)

I want you to know that his death was quick and he certainly didn’t suffer…unless he was playing possum when was hit again by that Chevy Pick-Up truck with the snow tires, in which case “yikes”.

He was given a proper burial Hanes T-shirt and I spoke words of kindness during a short service (my speech assumed he was a good father and charitable within his community).

Please know that he was cared for in his last moments, and that I kept the foxes from taking his entire carcass away so that you may have some closure.

 

Sincerely,

A concerned and negligent citizen

 

So Francine, I think you know what you have to do….try digging a hole and sticking the daisies back in the ground. If that doesn’t work, then cover them up with a t-shirt and leave an anonymous apology note. And Francine, don’t screw it up, make sure it can’t be traced back to Muglie.

 

Good luck with that,

Kim

 

 

 

 

 

 

Free Advice Friday – WTF Greeting Cards

Dear Kim,

I’m terrible at remembering to buy greeting cards, so I always end up sending them late. Do you think that’s really rude? If so, any suggestions to help me remember?

Sincerely,

Valerie in Nocardforu, AZ

 

Dear Valerie,

I understand- we all get busy and remembering to buy cards for holidays and special occasions can be difficult. However, because friends and family really do treasure our thoughtfulness, we should always make an effort to send cards in a timely fashion.

You’ve really come to the right place for advice, Valerie. Did you know that, from March 2009-September 2009, I owned a greeting card company? That’s right, it was the brainchild of six glasses of wine, a carton of unfiltered Marlboro’s, and some really really bad advice.

My company specialized in niche greeting cards, creating cards for those special moments that most mainstream companies overlook. My company was called With Tender Feelings, or WTF cards.

The company logo was a picture of 2 hills with 1 tall mountain in the center, it represented our superiority in the card industry. It was my idea to add a window at the top of our mountain to let our customers know that we are always watching them and considering their needs.

Brilliant, right?!

Maybe you’ve seen or even purchased some of our greetings?

Perhaps this one for vasectomies:

We wanted a kid

now we’re done

I popped out six

instead of one

 

There’s no more sex

between us, thanks

unless you’re snipped

and shooting blanks

 

For the love of god, please get a vasectomy!

 

Or for a Polygamist wedding:

Congratulations on your marriage

you’ve found “the one” again

your wives are lucky ladies

to welcome sister-wife #10

 

I think you’ve made a awesome choice

and all my wives concur

as we Polygamist say

“the more the marry- her!”

 

Unfortunately Valerie, we didn’t survive our first year in business.

I had just outsourced the production of my cards to a little factory in NY, called No.1 Factory. A few weeks into production, I was notified that the factory was operating under “sweat shop” conditions. Before I knew it, I was contacted by our local newspaper requesting a comment from our public relations department. Unfortunately, I was the PR department.

I spoke frankly, saying “I really don’t care if it is a sweat shop! Who am I to tell them how to run their business? Don’t we all want to save a buck?”

My comments were met with a huge backlash- stock plummeted, sales dropped, and we were forced to close our basement doors forever. And all because someone was too cheap to turn on the air conditioner.

I still don’t get why anyone cared. I,for one, prefer to work in the heat. I once had a boss that kept the office ridiculously cold. Most of my paychecks went towards buying plaster lined bras just to keep my nipples from showing! Though, to be fair, my nipples are super sensitive. I swear they can tell you which way the wind is blowing.

So Valerie, Here’s my advice based on months of experience…buy a stack of construction paper and some markers (not crayons, crayons are so unprofessional) and make your own cards. You’ll always have a card when you need it AND it will be super personal.

example:.

Remember yesterday

when you cried “I’m getting fat!”?

Well, I bought you a birthday cake

just don’t have ice cream with that.

 

Happy Birthday Lisa!

 

Trust me, this is a win-win solution!

Kim S.

previous CEO of now defunct WTF inc.

Free Advice Friday – It may not be good but it’s free.

I’m very excited to answer some of my readers’ questions!  But you should know that 9 out of 10 mothers recommend not applying my advice to your real life.  To the other 1 mother I say, “Call me…we should totally hang out!”

To have your question considered for next week’s FAF, please make your submission here.

Dear Kim,

     I was hoping you could tell me your strategy for winning the horse racing game on the boardwalk. It seems like you dominate it. I’d like to know if you can give me some tips because I’m terrible and can’t seem to win at anything.

Thank you,                                                                                                                Amanda in Sucksatgames, PA

Dear Amanda,                                                                                                                      I assume you are referring to my recent victories, here and here.

      While some of my competitors would mistake my skill as raw, natural talent, the truth is I work hard- damn hard. In the off season you’ll usually find me practicing at my state-of-the-art portable training facility.  I dedicate no less than 25 hours a week to this sport (oh yeah, it’s a sport). Training is intense and involves mostly nights and weekends as that’s when the kids are available. Do you have children Amanda? Or kids in the neighborhood with minimal after school commitments?  Find them, they are vital for your success.

     When setting up your rolling range (that’s what we in the biz call it) you’ll need at least 3 kids, 3 solo cups, a tennis ball, racing numbers, and an old piece of plywood- that is, if you’re serious about doing what it takes to be a winner. I could tell you how to set everything up but I think a picture would explain it better.

I find if you pay the kids in candy versus money it’s a better deal for both you and their dentist.

 Remember Amanda, nothing good happens without hard work. And there’s no “i” in team…but there is an “m” and an “e” so I don’t get the saying. In any case, dedicate yourself and you too can bring home the cow (just don’t get the stupid dog).

See you at the races!                                                                                                      Kim

 

Dear Kim,                                                                                                                            I couldn’t help but to notice you have great legs. How do you keep them so toned?

Thanks, Jennifer from Canklesville, MD

Dear Jennifer,

     I must agree, I have beautifully shaped legs unless of course you’re including the knees and the inner & outer thighs. Nature, unfortunately felt it unfair to bestow complete perfection upon me.  As a result, my advice will focus on the calves and quads.

To shape your calves:                                                                                                  Make certain to place the products that you use all day on high shelves. I like to use the top of the refrigerator.  For example, the top of my refrigerator holds pop tarts (morning), Cheetos (afternoon), margarita mix (evening), and Hershey bars (when everyone is sleeping). Whatever shelf you choose, it must be the right height, a too-lazy-to-grab-a-step-stool height. This will force you to repeatedly lift up onto your tippy toes until you retrieve your item.  I believe the fitness industry calls these Calf Raises. I call them Tipsy Toes, they’re actually part of my new fitness program,                                      Daily And Manageable Non-exertional Exercises, or simply…my D.A.M.N. Exercises.

      As for the quads, well there are several opportunities  presented throughout the day in which you can work on those. Check out my “while waiting for Nair to work” advice. But if you don’t use Nair here are some other tips:.

1.  When you’re at the tanning salon, request the stand up booth. I often do my squats in there while developing a tan (multi-tasking).  I also pray that they don’t have a hidden camera on me like those 20/20 Undercover episodes would suggest.

2.   You should frequently  wear a micro mini skirt without underwear, then drop and pick up several items throughout the day. Unless you’re completely ghetto, you’ll use your quads to squat down instead of bending at the waist.

3.    Use the stairs instead of the elevator. I’m sure you’ve heard this advice before but I like to take it to a higher level of difficultly thereby increasing its effectiveness. Next time you’re using the stairs I want you to squat down in a “that’s right, I’m about to take a dump on these stairs” position – knees bent, butt thrust back, grimace on your face. You’ll be amazed at the burning in your quads when you reach the top. And you’ll know the results are immediate when everyone is staring at you, unable to take their eyes off your muscular legs. At least that has been my experience.

Thanks for your great question Jennifer! And please send me Before and After pics so I can include them in my upcoming book, Muscles & Margaritas: They Both Start with “M”

Take Care,                                                                                                                       Kim

*Names have been changed to protect the embarrassed.

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