tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690967277471552942024-02-21T07:38:40.951-08:00.Liz.Z.Bot.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-20240407245855995772016-11-03T22:48:00.000-07:002016-11-03T23:25:10.718-07:00I am in denialSo these days I never take pictures anymore. Because the same thing keeps happening...<br />
I take a photo and envision this:<br />
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Then I look at the photo on my phone and I see this:<br />
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<span id="goog_273097059"></span><span id="goog_273097060"></span>Um, I swear I thought I was more attractive than that, what the heck?? Why are my eyes so asymmetrical, my hair looking so nappy, and my face just so blah? Tell me it ain't so! But the camera does not lie my friends, only I must lie to myself. "It's just the lighting and the angle", I tell myself and proceed to try a few more shots with the same abysmal results. Depressing.<br />
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I realized I peaked around age 23 or so when I felt like I couldn't take a bad picture. Now it's completely the opposite, so man I went downhill fast! (If 10 years is considered fast. Yikes, a few more of these decades and I'll be gone, morbid thought) The best pictures are the low light, blurry, at-a-distance ones with half my face covered by one of my kids. 😒<br />
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<br />Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-88211119897043858022014-04-29T21:52:00.003-07:002014-04-29T21:54:49.837-07:00I am mistakenThese days baby bot is into drawing faces. She's pretty good with the eyes-nose-mouth concept and even draws in eyelashes for females. She's still working on curving the corners of the mouth to make a "smiley" face but overall we are pleased that they are distinguishable from the usual abstract art she creates.<br />
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The other day she drew something like this:<br />
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Baby bot: "Look mom!"<br />
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Me: "<i>Wow, that's very good, is that (</i>referring to the red object) <i>an ARM or a LEG or maybe a BODY?"</i><br />
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Baby bot: "It's just a line mom, it's just a straight line."<br />
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Me: "<i>Oh... well good job baby, that's a very straight line." </i>(o<u> . </u>O) = her drawing = my face<br />
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Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-71822105853946985412013-10-03T22:36:00.000-07:002013-10-03T22:56:02.589-07:00I am wanting...For the record, here are a few things I want to say I want right now. Now, it will probably be easy to "pity" me when reading this post, but to tell you the truth, I like having things to want and look forward to. That being said, these better come true. Pronto!<br />
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1. Ummm, an actual working OVEN would be niice! (said in sarcastic tone)<br />
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In our current apt, this thing is nothing more than an oversized STOVE because the oven itself does not function properly. It's just too old and I don't trust cooking in it. I want to learn to make my own french macarons (lofty goal) but that wish ain't gonna come true with this hunk of junk. (Actually it's not completely useless right now because we just store our pans in there.. whoopie)</div>
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2. Walk in closet please! The bigger the better-- I don't care if the bedroom is tiny, just give me my closet space! I am so over the rolling door, one pole action. Although I was too lazy to draw in the contents of my current closet, it is literally overflowing with everything packed in and falling over each other. (90% of the items I never use, but still. I'm a hoarder)</div>
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3. A GARAGE on the GROUND floor.<br />
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Climbing a million flight of stairs to an outdoor separate carport? No thank you! Needing to add 10+ minutes to any commute or trip out? Enough! Carrying a 25+ lbs toddler with 25+ lbs of groceries up the stairs? So sick of it (arms dying). </div>
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4. A Maltese puppy!</div>
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I always stalk this one pet store that sells the tiniest cutest dogs! It makes me convinced I want one, I NEED one every time! I mean, c'mon that face!! Too bad even just a few months older and hair grown out longer it loses its cuteness by 85% but that puppy stage is to die for.<br />
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There, I put it all out there.<br />
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(*I just realized our last apt had #1-3...we've regressed)Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-56963965604853657872013-09-02T14:25:00.001-07:002013-09-02T14:25:28.756-07:00I am a TV watcher<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Reproduction of the scene from our bedroom yesterday afternoon:</div>
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A. Liz Bot watching "The Mindy Project" on laptop<br />
B. Hus-bot watching some NFL training camp show on laptop<br />
C. Baby bot watching and singing along to "Sofia the First" (Disney Junior show) on iPad<br />
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The new definition of "family time". Everyone was happy. The End.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-23092968786004931122013-07-29T23:35:00.002-07:002013-07-29T23:37:31.313-07:00I am grossed out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
In the morning, Hus-bot was in the bathroom brushing baby bot's teeth and said "<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Ugh! Baby bot's breath is getting as bad as ours in the morning</span>".</div>
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Which is pretty sad and gross. A definite milestone for a baby to cross over into adult level bad morning breath.<br />
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Then Hus-bot says "<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Oh, nevermind. It was my <b>own</b> breath I was smelling</span>".<br />
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Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-35379974501818310462013-01-22T15:11:00.000-08:002013-01-22T15:11:32.872-08:00I am not a phone person anymore<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-43926972127623890092012-10-07T23:34:00.002-07:002012-10-07T23:37:21.015-07:00I am observant<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
One morning I woke up to notice that something was a little 'off' about hus-bot's face. It appeared he had sprouted a new mole or attracted some lint on the side of his nose. Anyhow, he got up and went about his business.</div>
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After eating breakfast he returned to the room still unaware of his new blemish. So I brought it to his attention asking what <i>was</i> <i>it </i>that was lingering on his face all morning...<br />
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So we looked closer...</div>
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... And it was a dead ant! Yep, a deceased arthropod just chillin' on his face the whole time. Our next question was how/why did it end up there of all places? My guess was that hus-bot's oily face weighed it down and did it in so that finally it could traverse the expanse of the face no more...<br />
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Tell-tale signs you are dealing with some tough bread:</div>
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1. Your bread (illustrated below as a Philly cheese steak sandwich) stays in 1 piece for longer than 5 seconds as you struggle with it in your mouth. *<i>Please note average bread-in-mouth time is ~0.8 seconds</i></div>
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2. When you finally are able to bite off a piece, you suffer whiplash effects.<br />
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3. The inside of your mouth looks and feels like it just went through battle with glass shards<br />
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We now know not to use 1 day old Ralph's French bread for Hus-bot's sandwiches.</div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-89245441551371011432012-04-02T21:58:00.000-07:002012-07-07T00:07:20.548-07:00I am worn out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I had 2 panic-inducing episodes today and the stress/anxiety was a lot to bear in the short span of 5 hours. The same 3 steps happened in an almost identical fashion:</div>
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<b><b>A. </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">This morning I was about to go out on errands with the baby-bot when I couldn't find my wallet.</span></b></div>
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<b><b>B.</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">I was back at home in the afternoon when I couldn't remember where I left my phone.</span></b></div>
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<u>Second:</u> (An agonizing 30-45 minute duration)</div>
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<b><b>A. </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">After having my wallet stolen a few months ago, I am totally paranoid about losing my wallet. So the fact that I could not find it after over 30 minutes of ransacking our small place made my heart rate skyrocket. Not to mention any outing involving baby-bot is a delicate time-sensitive affair due to needing to fit within her napping/eating/pooping schedule.</span></b></div>
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<b><b>B.</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">I called myself through my computer online (Google phone) but couldn't hear my ringer. I remembered I had activated the "find my iPhone" app so I had to figure out how to do that (log in to iCloud) and when it searched, it indicated the phone was a the plaza I had been in that morning! Ugh! I must've dropped it on the ground! So in a state of panicked frenzy I grabbed baby-bot and sped back over to the shopping plaza. I searched the parking lot ground, kneeling under random cars and also went into a couple stores inquiring if anyone had turned in a phone.</span></b></div>
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<b>A. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Turned out I had placed a bag on top of the darn wallet on my coffee table. Panic for nothing!</span></b><br />
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I drive myself crazy I tell ya.</div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-13772303528298287652012-03-05T12:39:00.000-08:002012-03-05T12:39:01.625-08:00I am a black beltI took Tae Kwon Do lessons as a kid with my brother. The worst parts were the tests we needed to go through in order to advance to the next color belt. The exams were pretty tense and nerve-wracking, especially having to perform in front of an audience and remember all the different forms and take-downs and what-not.<br />
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Anyway one test in particular comes to mind. My brother and I were standing next to each other, lined up with our respective partners.</div>
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We were instructed to do a certain take-down and so we did.<br />
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After a take-down we always help our partners up, and this time as we did my brother's partner let out a small whimper...<br />
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My brother had stood on his partner's hair as he pulled her up and literally yanked out a thick chunk!</div>
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The illustrations don't do justice to exactly how horrifying yet hilarious the sight actually was, and at the time we couldn't stop laughing... Don't worry, we still passed.</div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-91588556376256647832012-02-28T23:17:00.000-08:002012-04-02T22:03:57.834-07:00I am an equestrianThe following incident took place several years ago on a trip to Fort Worth, Texas. I was there with a couple good friends having a grand 'ole time and we were always open to finding any means to entertain ourselves. The true agenda for our trip was for some educational conference(?) but sadly enough I can't remember a thing in regards to that.<br />
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Anyway, one evening we were outside a rodeo bar of some sort when we happened upon a man on a horse. Yep, just some random guy riding around on <b>concrete </b>in the middle of the night, but it was in Texas, so it made sense.<br />
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That was pretty much the exchange that took place and the next thing you know, the 3 of us girls were sitting pretty atop the steed.<br />
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We were all laughing, having a good time, and not realizing our folly in burdening the horse who was quickly becoming a frenemy. Suddenly we started experiencing some violent shaking from the rear to the front and before we even understood what was going on....<br />
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Anyway, thank goodness no one was seriously injured. Besides some minor aches and pains, I came out with only a fractured/broken 4th toe. (Swelled up nicely and then left it a little crooked)</div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-29544176208253801012012-01-18T17:28:00.000-08:002012-03-01T22:09:11.057-08:00I am embarrassedHere's a visual synopsis of what happened to my ghetto hubby today.<br />
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He was in a meeting when his shoes got his attention:<br />
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* Note the shoelace did not just break into 2 pieces but into multiple parts. It literally disintegrated.<br />
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He was able to get by with one shoelace-less shoe...<br />
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We need to buy him new shoes.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-9304630454494406982012-01-09T19:30:00.000-08:002012-01-09T19:31:05.409-08:00I am predictableIn the evenings around 10 pm or even earlier, this is me:<br />
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I am exhausted and my ultimate goal in life is to crawl into bed and collapse. I drag myself around with my eyelids half open and my brain half dead.<br />
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Unfortunately there is something that interferes every. single. time. Ugh! <b>The indisputable equation:</b><br />
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<i>*My toothbrush is fancy only because <b>all</b> toothbrushes these days are fancy (except for the ones given for free at the dentist) with their multi-colored bristles and rubber parts. Must've gotten some pointers from those automatic car washes. Anyway, I digress...</i><br />
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So the mundane task of brushing my teeth is like a free shot of espresso because my drowsiness suddenly vanishes.<br />
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Instead of sleepiness, I am then filled with an intense desire to stare at screens (computer or TV). And so I do.</div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-44884396405252763552012-01-07T22:17:00.000-08:002012-01-07T23:35:18.032-08:00I am in troubleI am already having battles with my 6 month old. We started introducing solids to her which apparently are not to her taste nor liking. She has now discovered that the simple solution to avoiding her food is to close her mouth. And tightly at that.<br />
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I try to force the food in by shoving the spoon into her mouth but it just results in food on her face everywhere around the mouth except inside. To further counter my moves she dramatically positions her head to be facing completely away from me.<br />
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So I call in my reinforcement (hus-bot) to come distract her and make her smile and laugh with his tried and true goofy antics. Baby-bot sees my ploy and thwarts the attempts by simply grinning without ever opening her mouth. Crafty.<br />
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So I had to bring out the big guns. Entice her with her only weakness: cut fruit.</div>
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Baby-bot loves sucking on slices of pear or apples and asks for it whenever we eat it around her. So I quickly cut up an apple and launched a 2 stage attack.<br />
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She saw the apple slice and finally opened her mouth in anticipation...<br />
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Which is when I quickly swept in and shoved the food into her mouth! I had to keep doing this, letting her suck on the apple a bit in between to get her to eat anything at all.<br />
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A hard won victory... this time...Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-30893143059904700872012-01-03T22:28:00.000-08:002012-01-03T22:29:46.984-08:00I am awakeI hereby present to you the <b>3 worst nights of sleep <u>due to trips</u> </b>I have ever had.<br />
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<u>3 - Sometime as a kid:</u><br />
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I remember how the night before going to Disneyland I was tossing and turning from anticipation. I couldn't wait for the next morning and just couldn't fall asleep. From then on, I trained myself not to hype things up so much because it made for a pretty miserable night. At least I lost sleep over a good thing.<br />
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<u>2 - Last week:</u><br />
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Our family took a trip to Las Vegas for the holidays. The <i>only </i>similarity this trip had from previous ones was that I was awake at the odd hours of the morning but obviously not because I was <b>out</b> and having a good time, but because I was <b>in</b> dealing with a crabby, teething baby who didn't like the new environment and made sure to make us aware of that every hour or so. I'm sure our neighbors weren't too ecstatic either.</div>
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The night that goes down in infamy however was an impromptu trip taken with my in-laws down to San Diego. It was our fault we made the mistake of booking only 1 room (why?!!) when it was 5 of us. So 3 grown adults (me, hus-bot, and brother-in-law) actually attempted to sleep in 1 not even<i> king</i>-sized but <i>queen</i> bed which in and of itself was totally ridiculous. But add to that the snoring cacophony of the mother-in-law and it was just over. The absolute <b>worst</b> night I have ever had.</div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-50941330933633726962011-12-20T22:17:00.000-08:002011-12-20T22:18:51.995-08:00I am getting lazyTakes too long to illustrate these blogs. A few people out of the few people that know about it asked if I started it because I was bored. After I was asked that, I paused to think about it (both times) and then thought definitively -- <b>NO!!</b> because I do not have the luxury to be bored. I just had to think about it because my brain is now slow. I take 4.5 times as long (arbitrary figure) to process and respond to things than a year ago.<br />
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Anyway our poor baby bot's hair (or lack there of) is a continual cause of concern for her dad. The other day he looked at her and said, "<i>She needs some Rogaine!</i>" and called her "<i>Prince William</i>".<br />
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Baby bot, meanwhile sat there with her budding new front teeth thinking about how much she loves plastic bags of all shapes and sizes but hates any type of lotion touching any part of her body, especially her face. Girl obviously doesn't know what's good for her.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-16745254219350586432011-12-15T10:59:00.000-08:002011-12-15T10:59:42.920-08:00I am a brainy announcerRemember those public service announcements about drugs? To refresh your memory:<br />
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I always felt they didn't quite give the right message. Obviously they're saying that your brain is "fried" when on drugs but honestly, a cooked egg is more appealing to me than a raw one. (Don't worry, it didn't make me try drugs.)<br />
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Well I hereby present to you my own PSA along the same lines (I'm proud that it parallels so well):<br />
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Brain = mushy & fluffy. So go get pregnant -- c'mon you know you want to do it.... everyone else is... ;) (That was peer pressure- again great parallel, wow).Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-5619538299769702322011-12-12T16:22:00.000-08:002011-12-12T16:51:34.606-08:00I am a double victimI just had the worst weekend ever.<br />
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<b><u>Robbery</u></b><br />
First my wallet got stolen at work on Friday. My brand new beautiful blue wallet that I loved, that carried over $100 in cash as well as all the ingredients for identity theft, was just snatched out of my purse. The thief surprisingly didn't take anything else but that is almost even scarier because it sounds like a professional, since phones could be tracked down.<br />
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So most of Friday was spent on the phone calling all my credit card companies, banks, and the police to report everything. Super fun.<br />
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<b><u>Stomach Flu</u></b><br />
Then on Saturday I go to bed feeling a little funny and by 3 am I am awake and hunched over the toilet. The contents of my stomach were spewed out of both directions. Disgusting I know and miserable it was.<br />
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The next day (Sunday) I had a headache, was feverish, achy and weak and couldn't do much except lie down and feel sorry for myself. Thankfully the bug only took about 24 hours to pass through my system and today I feel better. I had to go to the DMV and went to 2 banks to handle the wallet ordeal.<br />
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Sigh...Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-63087421303183951002011-12-04T17:49:00.000-08:002011-12-12T15:53:32.251-08:00I am a new momAs a new parent, there are a ton of things that I didn't anticipate with baby-rearing. It's a constant battle with new surprises, twists, and turns every day. Any person I've spoken to these last 5 months has heard that I am<b> soo</b> tired, and that's pretty much all I repeat or say nowadays. Conversations with me are getting very dull.<br />
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<b>Anyway here are a couple things I didn't quite realize before baby-bot came along...</b><br />
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- <b><u>How beat up you become</u></b><br />
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I didn't even know it was possible to get mouth bruises, but after getting whacked on the mouth from a sudden violent head nod from baby bot, I got a nice little contusion that turned from bright red to dark brown. Recently baby has taken to tugging on my hair and pinching my arms with her tiny hands while being held. She also has two little bottom teeth coming in so nursing can be a pain, literally. Baby contraptions that I constantly bump into or trip over include but are not limited to her her playmat, bouncer, jumperoo, and swing which are scattered around our small little place.</div>
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- <b><u>That clipping baby's nails is one of life's greatest challenges</u></b></div>
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Seriously, a harrowing experience each time. Toenails are a near impossibility for me as baby-bot has ridiculous leg strength. Thankfully they don't grow as quickly as finger nails. Why not do it while she's sleeping? No way jose. If you knew how difficult it is to get baby bot to even fall asleep you would not suggest such a thing; I will not disturb those periods for anything.</div>
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- <b><u>You get a new bathroom buddy</u></b><br />
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Don't worry this only happened rarely since it bordered on child abuse and fortunately now at 5 months baby is tolerating being alone better. (thank goodness)</div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-45746654120782088092011-11-30T22:59:00.001-08:002011-12-01T09:36:19.273-08:00I am sleepingLast night while Hus-bot and I were blissfully asleep...<br />
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there suddenly was a loud crashing "<b>BOOM</b>" noise, followed by a few more after-shock "<b>boom</b>"s.</div>
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The next second I found myself alone in bed as Hus-bot immediately jumped out of bed to investigate and protect the family.</div>
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With adrenaline coursing through his veins in apprehension, he checked all the rooms to make sure there was no intruder/robber/kidnapper/murderer... i.e. bad guy. </div>
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All he was able to find was an overturned basket of soaking soiled baby clothes on the bathroom ground which he figured to be the cause of the noise. Thus he came back into bed, but his heart was still pounding and pulse racing as he wondered HOW the basket just suddenly fell by itself and he still suspected that there could be a <b>someone</b> behind the situation.</div>
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He managed to doze off but his body was still on high alert, leading to anxious and tense sleep.</div>
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Then in the morning his alarm went off.</div>
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Hus-bot half-awoke, still in an agitated state and when he sensed someone next to him, he automatically thought it was someone he needed to fight off!</div>
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So he was about to <b>strangle</b> the "intruder" but he quickly snapped out of it and realized it was just me. I woke up when he grabbed me, but had no idea what he was doing. </div>
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And without realizing that I had just been attacked, I continued my peaceful slumber.</div>
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<br /></div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-1024219280749841912011-11-26T15:29:00.001-08:002011-11-26T16:03:21.314-08:00I am not part of this storyOn Black Friday Eve (otherwise known as Thanksgiving), Hus-bot bravely set out to score some fabulous deals. Knowing that some stores were opening at 12 midnight this year, he went out early around 10 pm to join those crazy people who stand in lines in the cold and think they're cool.<br />
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First he went to face the formidable Best Buy and immediately thought he <b>best</b> say good-<b>bye</b>. (lame? sorry) The line was already insane, wrapping all around the plaza and the parking lot looked like regular prime-time business hours.<br />
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So he gave up without a fight and instead drove over to the Target nearby. There the line looked more manageable and he settled into place. He called a friend to join his quest.</div>
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After waiting around 2 hours, the doors finally opened. For those of you who are curious how these things work (as I was), they let in 30 people at a time in 20 second intervals to avoid a mob. </div>
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Hus-bot and his friend went to the electronics section as did everyone else. His friend contemplated buying a TV while Hus-bot was interested in the laptops, cellphones, and wanted to purchase the last Harry Potter blu-ray movie to complete our collection.</div>
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They stood in front of the stock of TVs and even touched them. The next moment,...</div>
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the TV's were all gone. Some people were loading 5 TV's onto one cart! As the aimless duo missed out left and right on all the deals they so patiently stood in line for, Hus-bot finally went to the movie section.</div>
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<i>*Updated happy ending: Hus-bot actually went out again the next morning and <b>did</b> manage to buy the laptop he wanted on sale so thankfully he was successful on the real Black Friday. And I bought Harry Potter online anyway for $9.99 + tax.</i></div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-14007253200963268992011-11-22T23:17:00.001-08:002011-11-22T23:33:06.059-08:00I am maskedI'm not saying that Hus-bot has a big face but right now we're sitting side by side with moisturizing/nourishing face masks on (made Hus-bot try it for fun) and this is what mine looks like compared to his:<br />
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Hus-bot says I'm mean but he <b>should</b> have a bigger face! (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*Note I do have a bigger forehead</span>) It would be much worse if it were the other way around. Hus-bot's quote in reaction to face mask is "I feel like I want to rob a bank right now!" Hah, what a weirdo. </div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-43636906666291535002011-11-20T19:44:00.000-08:002011-11-20T19:44:25.077-08:00I am annoyedAnnoyances rarely come in isolated occurrences; rather, they tend to flood me in groups with full force. It's not that any of them are a big deal individually but as a package they can get overwhelming, especially since I'm an impatient person. I've noticed a pattern in what tends to happen as shown by the following graph:<br />
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<u>STAGE 1 </u>- THE GRADUAL DECLINE<br />
The annoying incidents start to roll in. It progressively brings down my mood.<br />
<b>Exhibit A:</b><br />
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Normal things like traffic, red lights bother me.</div>
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<b>Exhibit B: </b></div>
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Having to stop at a gazillion floors in an elevator before getting to my floor. Smelly people make things much worse.</div>
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<b>Exhibit C:</b></div>
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<b>Exhibit D:</b></div>
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Getting in the wrong line, behind the wrong person. </div>
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<b>Exhibit E:</b></div>
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Of course.</div>
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<u>STAGES 2 & 3</u> - THE TIPPING POINT & FAST DECLINE</div>
After a stream of bad luck, I've had enough. Any one little thing triggers an instant intensely sour mood.<br />
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I discover a new pimple in the mirror. (So gross, note the whitehead)</div>
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The pimple screams out at me.</div>
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Fed up. Totally angry. </div>
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So now I'm just grumpy for while. Argh.</div>
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<u>STAGES 4 & 5</u> - MAXIMUM CAPACITY & RE-STABILIZATION</div>
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Then yet <b>another</b> something goes wrong...</div>
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Such as I trip and fall, landing in a crumpled heap. </div>
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At this point, all this is more than my bad mood can handle. My rage has reached its climax.</div>
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Suddenly I reflect and realize things aren't so bad- could be much worse.</div>
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All this happening in one day is so ridiculous it might even be funny.</div>
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So I laugh to myself like a crazy person and life is good again.</div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-86074906759788096832011-11-16T09:52:00.000-08:002011-12-10T23:27:24.356-08:00I was a bad driverMy driving career did not particularly get off to a smooth start. I actually got my license in Arizona, notoriously known for their "easy" driver's tests. I naturally failed at my first attempt. Apparently I did something horribly wrong because my behind-the-wheel portion of the test was abruptly cut short and the examiner seemed upset.<br />
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I still don't know what I did wrong. He didn't even tell me because it was apparently that obvious, and I couldn't ask because I had to pretend I knew exactly why I didn't pass. So I just tried to look solemn/contrite and then ended up crying in annoyance.<br />
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Anyway, a few years later and literally a month after I got my first car, I totaled it. I just full-on rear-ended a brand new cadillac that was stopped at a signal because I was looking to see if a particular store was open. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Embarrassingly enough it was a Morning Glory stationery store).</span><br />
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Now even before I got the license plates for my new car, I did something even more horrendous: I hit a pedestrian. Now before you totally judge me, let me explain the situation.<br />
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It was a busy street that had some houses along the side. There were a bunch of cars parked on the side and when I saw a big black car (think Chevy Suburban or Cadillac Escalade with tinted windows) among them, I assumed it was also a parked car. Little did I know that it was actually a car that was stopped because a person was trying to cross the street. Let me bring your attention to the fact that there was no signal at this crosswalk and that cars on the other side of the street were just whizzing by.<br />
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So just as I was passing the big car, I see the pedestrian and in shock, I swerved out of the way!<br />
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But my reaction was too late! My friend and I hear the dreaded "THUD" and fear the worst. My heart sank and I remember vividly that instant thinking, "<i style="font-weight: bold;">I just committed involuntary manslaughter. I am going to prison</i>". Then I look in my rear view mirror to see:</div>
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She was alive! Obviously very upset and her body in some sort of weird position, but she was most definitely moving and totally with it enough to be yelling expletives at me. (Couldn't hear them but could tell by her body language/mouth movements). I saw her get up and continue walking. I was very relieved but also in a state of shock: shaken up, heart pounding, and mind a blur. Two cars who witnessed what happened stopped me and told me to go see if she was okay, so I U-turned to go back to find her but she was already gone without a trace.</div>
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<u>Im</u>moral of the story: The best time to commit a "hit-and-<i>they</i>-run" is before you get your license plates.</div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769096727747155294.post-24720371220726140072011-11-14T10:12:00.001-08:002011-11-14T12:59:00.308-08:00I am flabbergastedI am shocked/surprised in 2 ways today.<br />
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I woke up to aching abdominal muscles this morning. </div>
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Me: No</div>
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Me: No</div>
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That's right ladies and gentlemen, we discovered yesterday that I cannot do even ONE sit-up. Even my pathetic feeble attempts to do <b>one</b> were too much for my flabby abs to handle and they are now protesting. Hus-bot was thoroughly appalled since he can do a gazillion.</div>
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I was pleasantly surprised though at how well the word <b>flabbergasted = 'flab-ab-her-gas-ted</b>' so nicely illustrated the situation. The only other circumstance that I could think of that could also work involves a labrador retriever living in Florida having an un-invited avian visitor.</div>
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"Fido the puppy was <b>Fl-lab-bird-guested</b>"<b> </b><i>(need to pronounce 'flabbergasted' with a slight accent).</i></div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154145234043611625noreply@blogger.com0