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A.S.S. IN A CAN! Buy it today!

You guys, it’s great to have friends, friends that inspire you, push you, encourage you, to do more…to be more. Last week, that friend was Shay from Trashy Blog because without her tasteless comment, A.S.S. IN A CAN would still be out there, waiting to be invented.

Mothers everywhere will thank you, Shay- after they thank me for making it a reality, of course.

 

And now (insert drum roll here) my A.S.S. IN A CAN commercial debut!

 

P.S. You can also find it on YouTube here.

 

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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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Free Advice Friday! A fabulous business opportunity for you and you and you!

If you read Tuesday’s post then you know that my family and I are currently on stay-cation. And can I just say, we’re a little less than thrilled with our accommodations.

Anyway, today is Free Advice Friday so I thought I’d take a quick break from all the excitement happening in our resort’s lounge area (aka- our family room), and answer a question that I received last week.

 

 

Dear Kim,

Other than your blog and being a mother, do you work outside of the home? I’m thinking of getting a part time job but my kids keep me busy, I’m afraid it’ll prove to be too much.

Thanks,

Becky

 

 

Dear Becky,

Technically, I do work outside of the house during the school year- I work in my driveway.

You see, last summer my kids decided to operate a stand selling watered-down lemonade and store bought chocolate chip cookies (at a 500% markup, because kids are cute and they can get away with that shit). Inspired by their business model and their overflowing piggy banks, I decided to start my own stand.

Now, when the kids are in school, I take their stand to the bottom of our driveway, replace the “Lemon” in Lemonade with “Mommy”, and sell frozen margaritas and psychological counseling to all of the stay-at-home-moms in my neighborhood.

Based on a recent Mommyade customer survey, my margaritas are a huge hit!  The psychological counseling, not so much.  But despite feedback like, “I’ve received better advice from mass produced fortune cookies” and “I thought you had a Masters in Psychology?”, business is booming!

*In my defense, I said I considered myself a “master of psychology”…and she had been drinking.

Becky, you’ve come to me at the perfect time!  I’m currently looking to expand Mommyade by offering franchise opportunities to the first people 10 million people that contact me, SO ACT FAST!

For only$199 and 30% of your profits, I’ll send you my margarita recipe and a list of my more successful canned counseling responses such as: “How did that make you feel?”, “Really? It looks like you lost weight to me.”, and “No, he’s the asshole.”

Of course, you’ll need to secure your own Mommyade stand, driveway location, lawn chairs, tissues, limes, margarita machine, cups, and tequila.  Oh, and I highly recommend increasing your homeowner’s liability insurance.  It’s as easy as 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9!

If you’re interested, email me today for an application and you could have your stand up and running by the first day of school- traditionally my biggest sales day of the year!

I’ll keep an eye out for your application request!

 

Yours truly,

Kim

 

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Free Advice Friday! Gender Identity Issues?

Dear Kim,

As the mother of two girl children, Miriam and Isadora, aged four and six respectively, I have some concerns about their personal gender identities. Miriam more so than Isadora.

About a year ago, Miriam began to show an interest in wearing boys clothing. She had discovered a pair of shorts on a dust mite infested Alf doll in my sister’s old bedroom. The shorts, which Miriam promptly stripped from Alf’s gender neutral lower half, were blue and decorated with hot air balloons. By her excitement one would think she had just found authentic vintage Chanel at a thrift store. After adding her personal touch of a rusty safety pin to ensure the shorts would stay on her scrawny three-year-old behind, she was ready for the runway.

The shorts didn’t seem to be a problem, until she started pairing them with muck boots bearing the faces of horses. She then added a hockey mask and a camel back hydration pack. The denouement was when she acquired some boys shirts she carefully selected from a garage sale. Miriam had officially crossed over (like my pun?) into the territory popularly known as cross dressing.

As a mom who is quite liberal with her children’s clothing choices I didn’t mind this at first. I had decided that allowing the children to dress as they wish, no matter how ridiculous, during their pre-pubescent years might avoid any rebellious gothic interests when they become teenagers. It was actually quite humorous. Especially when Miriam would roll down the car window and wave at other motorists wearing her hockey mask.

This past December Miriam wanted her beautiful, ass-length, curly blonde hair to be cut. Her only request? To look like Willy Wonka, the “new one”.

Recently, Isadora has proven to be quite the enabler of Miriam’s gender uncertainty. Her method is rather devious, encouraging Miriam to start styling her Ken dolls in women’s (Barbie) outfits. While I will always love my children regardless of the lifestyle choices they may or may not make in the future, I’m curious if you think I should address this situation with some professional advice.

After this lengthy back story, Kim, I choose to ask you. Your advice, while questionable, proves to be much more realistic and hilarious than the mumbo jumbo I would receive from a therapist named Dr. Sphincter. Can you help?

Sincerely,

Confused mom of confused kids

 

 

Dear Coni,

First, I’d like to say “Thank You” for your shaky belief in my ability to give questionable advice. Compliments like that are rare, and they remind me that I’m truly helping those in my community…or harming them. Either way, I’m making a difference!

As for your children, I understand your concern, but I believe in letting kids express themselves even if it’s uncomfortable for us, the parents. I find that this parenting ideology really embraces the “path of least resistance” & “confrontation avoidance” lifestyle that I prefer to live. I just pray that my kids don’t do anything too ridiculous, requiring me to actually get involved. Fingers crossed!

However, Coni, if the cross dressing thing really bothers you and you’d rather not wait for this phase to pass, then I have the solution for you!

 

Step 1– Throw out all of her clothes.

Step 2– Help her design her own dresses!

Step 3– Watch as your little darling *expresses herself in some awesome girly digs! (*or becomes scarred for life)

 

After all, what girl doesn’t want to wear something she’s made? You can even use items from around the house! And no sewing required!

Here, take a look at some of Ana’s latest fashions:

 

Day Wear

This first look says “Screw you, Mom”

 

She’s well dressed AND well read. “You go girl!”

Tip: When using newspaper, I recommend staying away from the obituary section. While wearing black is fashionable, wearing death is not.

 

Formal Occasions

“Whooo let the dogs out?!?!”

Not my little diva, she can barely shuffle to the door in her Pop-Tart shoes!

 

Swimwear

“From Trash to Sass!”

Your “litter” one will look totally adorbs in this one-piece by Hefty.

Tip: Do NOT use the black Lawn & Garden Bags. They really hold in the heat.

 

Let me know if you’d like any of our dress patterns mailed to you. But just so you’re aware, we made them by laying down several cereal boxes and cutting around Ana’s outstretched body, so you’ll need to piece them back together like a puzzle…like a really weird pee stained puzzle.

Coni, I realize my solution isn’t for everyone (mostly the bold and bored) but I hope I was able to help you and your girls or, at a minimum, not harm anyone.

Good luck!

Kim

 

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