Sunday, November 22, 2015

Don't Drop the Ball

by Andrea Mulder-Slater

“Girls have balls. They’re just a little higher up, that’s all.” 
~Joan Jett 
My husband and I don’t often talk about his boy bits but when we do, I’m usually throwing out questions like, “Hey, do those ever fall out of your underwear”, “How do you fit everything inside your pants?” and, “Can you please put that stuff away now?”

I mean come on; those things aren’t cute. You know I’m right.

Still, I feel for the men, I really do. It can’t be easy, walking around with all that junk.

When I asked my guy what it’s like having a set of testicles, he said, “It’s like having pocket watches permanently attached to your crotch.”


The folks at Tommy John get that, which is why they make men's underwear (as well as undershirts, t-shirts and socks) that make having boy bits more enjoyable, by eliminating the need to constantly make adjustments.

And speaking of Tommy John… during the month of November, they are providing even more support by educating folks about testicular cancer with the help of their limited edition print.

So now, I mustache you to have a look at some balls…

 Nice, right?

And, 5% of all sales coming from this limited edition Mustache and Ball collection will be donated to the Testicular Cancer Foundation, an organization which provides education and support to young men to raise awareness about testicular cancer.

Did You Know?  

Testicular cancer is the most common cancer diagnosed in males ages 15-35. That’s nothing to laugh about. It's not known what causes testicular cancer. However, the good news is, testicular cancer has the best prognosis of any cancer when discovered early. As in: if found early before it spreads, testicular cancer is almost always curable. EARLY DETECTION IS KEY!

And – here’s the thing. Testicular cancers are most often self-discovered by patients as a painless or uncomfortable lump in the testicle.

So, let’s get the ball rolling, shall we?

Ladies, get your men to check their balls – at least once a month. It’s not weird, it’s science and it’s easily done in the shower.

So pay attention men, get on it. There might even be some free Tommy John underwear in it for you.
Share a Pair, Win a Pair (but not before you check your boy bits)

Help spread the word about early detection and enter for a shot at winning a pair of Tommy John underwear on Instagram. For every qualified entry, Tommy John will donate $1 to TCF.  

Here's How to Enter:
  1. Follow @TommyJohnWear and @TesticularCancerFoundation on Instagram
  2. Take a photo of any ball-shaped objects and share it using the #SupportYourBalls hashtag. 
  3. Upload your photo by November 30th to win. (You must have a public Instagram handle to be eligible) 
 I shared a pair. Wanna see?

So what are you waiting for? Don't drop the ball.

Some quick facts about testicular cancer: 
• One male is diagnosed with testicular cancer every hour
• It is the most easily detected form of cancer
• It has the highest survival rate when caught early

How is Tommy John helping? 
• They are giving 5% of all sales coming from their limited edition “Mustache and Ball” collection to the Testicular Cancer Foundation.
• They are contributing $10 for each purchase made by new customers who were referred by someone else
• They are donating $1 for each entry in their Instagram contest up to $1,000

About The Testicular Cancer Foundation
The Testicular Cancer Foundation provides education and support to young men to raise awareness about testicular cancer, the most commonly diagnosed cancer among males ages 15-35. TCF supports families of testicular cancer patients and shares its resources with the medical and healthcare communities, schools and various young men's groups. For more information, please visit

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Before and After Craft Room Organization

by Andrea Mulder-Slater

There was a time when a few pretty baskets and a couple of coffee cans were enough to contain my kid's craft supplies.

That was then.

Now, I’ve become an unwilling expert in a new, bewildering math process known as multipladdition. It works like this. If x is the child’s age, and y is said child’s genetic tendency to add glue to all the things, then the answer is four hundred and eleventy billion craft supplies in my office.

This is not an exaggeration. It’s just how math works.

Read the rest at the Yummy Mummy Club...

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Pierce my kid's ears? No Way!

by Andrea Mulder-Slater

Paige didn’t go to my school, but we rode on the same school bus and we shared a bus stop. Paige didn’t have a home-haircut. She went to a salon and smelled of hairspray. Paige didn’t wear t-shirts and jeans. She wore blouses and slacks. Paige didn’t have a pool that had to be deflated and dismantled at the end of the summer. She had an in-ground, indoor swimming spa.

But most of all, Paige had pierced ears.

Read the rest at the Yummy Mummy Club...

Friday, October 2, 2015

Here's why I'm not homeschooling my kid

by Andrea Mulder-Slater

So... I wrote a piece for  Erica Ehm's Yummy Mummy Club about why I'm not homeschooling my kid. The post was shared on Facebook and within minutes, it took on a life of its own.

Some people praised my words while others called me crazy. Some parents questioned the legalities of teaching kids at home and a few even suggested that it should be outlawed altogether.

For those who haven't read it, here's a brief excerpt...
A few years ago when I was throwing around the idea of homeschooling my daughter, I had a discussion with a friend of mine over coffee and goldfish crackers while our kids played with wooden trains. I explained that one of my fears about teaching my child at home was that she might grow up to be “strange” and “awkward”, to which my friend remarked, “Oh, so you were homeschooled?"
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Saturday, August 29, 2015

Owl Puke

by Andrea Mulder-Slater

Allow me to preface this post with the following words:

If you have a weak stomach, you probably shouldn't read this.


Having an animal-lover for a child means I'm learning far more about animal behavior than I care to know.

For example, just recently, my daughter informed me that naked mole rats like to roll around in their own urine; grasshoppers spit brown goo when they are nervous and owls - after eating small mammals whole - regurgitate the indigestible parts in the form of pellets.

Like so.

Yeah. Raising children is disgusting. Almost as disgusting as owls. Especially when they come to you, with their little voices and sweet faces - wooden spoon in hand - asking, "Mom, can you help me make Owl Puke Balls?"

You say yes to the owl barf because frankly, you are far too intrigued (and exhausted) to say no.

To make your own, you will need a small rodent. And, an owl.

Or, you can substitute the following ingredients, like we did.


1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 stick of butter 
1 tsp cocoa powder (Cuisine Camino makes a fair-trade, peanut/tree-nut-free Dutch processed cocoa powder)
1/4 cup milk
1/4 cup of peanut butter (substitute soy butter or sunflower butter for kids with peanut allergies)
1 1/2 cup oats
1/2 cup pretzels (for bones)
1/4 cup coconut (for fur)

Mix brown sugar, butter, cocoa powder and milk in a pan and heat on the stove.

Heat and stir mixture until smooth.

Allow to come to a boil. Then, remove from heat. Try not to hear your child when she tells you it looks like poop.

Hold back the tears as you add peanut butter and oats to the warm combo while your kiddo breaks pretzels into tiny bone-sized pieces. Attempt to block any and all images of mice, squirrels and baby rabbits being devoured by the Barred Owl who lives in your yard. 

Add the broken pretzel pieces to the mixture and stir, stir, stir.

Finally, wrestle the coconut into the sticky goop while regrettably hearing the words, "It does look like bones and fur mommy."

Drop spoonful sized chunky lumps onto a parchment paper lined cookie tray and refrigerate for an hour or so.

Display proudly on a plate and enjoy the flavor (and texture) while holding the family's pet hamster on your lap.

Store the remarkably tasty morsels in the fridge for a week or so, or at least until all unsuspecting house guests and members of your household are offered the opportunity to eat "animal vomit."

No, really.  And, you're welcome.

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