tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45204051979942903802024-02-19T00:34:58.178-08:00Rediscovering Wonder WomanI'm single (divorced), a mom, work full time and keep going well into the night balancing my crazy life...all while smiling and trying to look and feel FABULOUS...don't always succeed but I am rediscovering my inner Wonder Woman :) wanna join for the ride?Lizziegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11954405755342208016noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520405197994290380.post-16836888551785709782013-03-06T09:52:00.000-08:002013-03-06T09:52:08.048-08:00Finally Installment of the Weekends Trilogy....This past Friday....aaaaaand here we go....<br />
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Take the girls to meet up with their Dad then
drive back into the city….meet up with G…I call him G because he’s Indian and
his name is so long and complicated that G is what works. <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->G has a great condo in the West Loop where we
watched a movie and then at midnight have the brilliant idea to get food at the
White Palace Diner…a Chicago institution…I had a skillet that I practically
licked clean (BRILLIANT!!!) and then back to his place for more movies til we
passed out. <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Head home Saturday morning…stop to load up on
Starbucks…come home and fall asleep again til noon…get my lazy self up and
clean my house<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Come home with a text message from sorta ex…the
remodel on his kitchen was done and did I want to come over and see it
tonight…hmmm…now sorta ex is not a smarmy guy…he’s not inviting me over for
more so I text him that I have plans but can come by after….knowing he’s stays
up all night…he said that was fine. Get this story on how his kitchen got remodeled...he was walking through Lowe's and ran into the Kitchen Crashers Crew...yep...Kitchen Crashers redid his kitchen...I was with him when he got the call that they choose him...I think this his his way of keeping me included. <o:p></o:p></div>
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mine thinks I will like. She’s hosting an open house so off I go….we meet and I
think my friend doesn’t know me well LOL. He’s a nice guy but…always a but…and
I’m going to sound shallow but so be it…he’s clearly overweight…I don’t mind a
few pounds but he's got more than a few pounds going on. As bad as this may sound I’ve noticed that working so hard to get myself in shape if the
person I may potentially date isn’t into keeping himself up I’m turned off by
it. He’s bald, which again isn't something that bugs me but it doesn’t look good on him. He’s wearing a flannel shirt…he
just looks sloppy…its not a good package. Its shallow to be sure but I'm hoping his personality will win me over. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Laura…and then go see sorta ex’s new kitchen…ugh I need a drink to get through
this.<o:p></o:p></div>
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about how cool the music was in the 90s (hence the flannel, I presume) and how
he knew all these grunge bands before they became big…he’s a nice guy but there
is NOTHING there…so 3 Stellas later I call it a night…he’s nice and we go our
separate ways.<o:p></o:p></div>
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first “I gotta go do something stupid” I go to sorta ex’s…and as always he’s a
sweetheart….the kitchen looks amazing…we drink, we talk but that’s all…no funny
business which from him I would expect nothing less. He walks me to my car and
we part with a hug. <o:p></o:p></div>
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KNOW but I did…side streets…its not a good explanation but NO WAY am I spending
the night at sorta ex’s<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->A beer hangover is not my friend…so spent the
morning in bed watching the Property Brothers…speculating on sorta ex’s new
girl…depress myself and then go to gym.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sundays…they are always good fun….til its time to drive out and meet the ex and
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Couple of conclusions I've come to...I can't hang out with sorta ex :) don't get me wrong...adore him still but its too recently removed...I need distance. I don't want to speculate on his life, who this mystery girl is...none of it...I want no part of it. I also don't wanna jump back into the dating game...Once you've dated a good guy...settling for FUCKTARDS ;) isn't gonna work. So gonna just hang back, take care of me and my girls...get ready for Spring :) I've found a decent friend in Jason...the one in Peoria and Chicago LOL...so we'll see...all I know is that the Horizon looks good and I'm heading for it one snow boot at a time ;) </div>
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Cocused on my workouts and tracked my food...lost 3lbs...I'm begining to look like a lollipop...if the top we're in the middle ;) my ass and upper thighs are still bigger than I'd like...but I can't lose more weight...I've found where I'm comfortable...much more and I'll begin to resemble the giraffe I was in my late teens...not fun. </div>
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This weekend is already shaping up to be another marathon...I'm babysitting Friday night, Saturday girls scouts booth sale at the local grocery store, all family swim play date and pizza after with Jason and his kids. Sunday gotta go to Grandmas...sigh lol. </div>
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Cheers ladies :) Let me know if there is anything you ever want to hear about comments, criticisms...always welcomed :)</div>
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girls…that entails Pizza and movies…we ended up watching The Mysterious Island
which was fun for the whole family…I got to watch the ROCK…YUM and the girls
focused on the actual movie.<o:p></o:p></div>
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for a neighbor, her kids are sweethearts but 4 kids altogether…whew…we had fun
though…I made so much bacon and sausage my place still smells like it. <o:p></o:p><br />
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Saturday afternoon Emily had a playdate with her
friend Ellie and Mia and I went to the Snowball dance together…where I was not
allowed to shake my hips…apparently this is embarrassing to her but she did
like that I showed her how to line dance and we did the Marcarena…for the most
part though she ignored me, hung out with her friends…but she would find me
every once in a while to make sure I was ok. It was fun...My baby is growing so
fast…literally, she’s 10 and already almost 5’5.<o:p></o:p></div>
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parents while the girls get “5 more minutes” I gotta tell you, I’ve been so
lucky…I live in such a great neighborhood….so many lovely parents and kids…who
knew, in Chicago :)<o:p></o:p><br />
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Grandmas house. My parents had been bugging me to let the girls spend the night
so here it was. They both bring their rolling overnight bags and were likely
dreaming of all the junk food Grandma would let them have…WOOHOO. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Brauhaus for dinner with my friend Gina and her friends. I’m running late but I’m pretty sure they are
running later and I was right…made it just as they got there.<o:p></o:p><br />
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restaurant…NOTHING!!! So I went with the Hackbraten…basically…meatloaf and
mashed potatoes, dripping in mushroom gravy…SOOOOO YUMMY…thank goodness Gina
helped me eat the gravy but I ENHALED this meal…I almost licked the plate. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Breeze and lemme tell ya…it was breezy….after two of these I was feeling all
kindas o fine<o:p></o:p><br />
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diaries…comedians get up and tell their most hilarious drunken stories. During
the show they had a Malort tasting…ladies do you know what Malort is? Likely no
cause y’all got class…unlike me…LOL. Last summer I go to ex sorta boyfriends
house and he and his roommates are already having a good time when I got there.
His one roommate immediately starts to bug me that I have to try this shot. We
are going to go jet skiing on Lake Michigan so HELLZ YEAH I’ll do a shot…OMG!!! at first its fruity as it goes down but then it turns into gasoline mixed with
OFF bug spray…its HORRIBLE. I’m watching these folks at the show like lambs to the
slaughter. I couldn’t help myself…I knew Ex Sorta BF was working so I texted him
“You will not believe this but I’m at a Malort tasting” that was it…the texts start
flying back and forth between us and I am howling. Now I hadn’t spoken to him
since the break up but I’m trying to be cool and I think I was…I did
check the messages after I sobered up and they were fine.<o:p></o:p><br />
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Ok so the comedians are up there and this one
guy is doing his skit and he’s got a video of his drunken episode. Now he’s
wearing this very plaid stand out shirt…he runs the video and guess what…he’s
wearing the shirt in the video…I couldn’t hold back and I yell out “HEY THAT’S
THE SAME SHIRT!!” the whole place bursts out in laughter and my friend Gina
says to me “OMG you just made this whole set soooo much better” <o:p></o:p><br />
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and starts talking to us…His name was Mike but Gina kept calling him Steve so
he became Mike/Steve. I’m chatting with Mike and he tells me he wants to meet
Gina so I introduce them…NOTHING…she couldn’t have been less interested…oh
well…he still hangs out with us.<o:p></o:p><br />
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with the show cast…great time but I’m reaching my drink/hang out limit…not to
mention Mike/Steve is now hitting on me…YIKES!!! Told him you don’t go for my
friend and then me when you strike out…then he starts with how it was me all
along….EYES ROLLING…time to go home.<o:p></o:p><br />
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Meanwhile sorta ex is texting…sigh…grr…heart
LOL. We had a lovely conversation as I passed out. Important thing he sent the last text...somehow it makes me feel better.I know I'm fooling myself that I'm OVER him...I'm not...I'm not crying or pining or anything like that...I think I'm just still mourning something I've lost and it still kinda sucks. <o:p></o:p><br />
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Sunday funday brunch I help to make an
assload of bacon and pancakes…nice to see everyone, especially my friend Shauna
who was in from Vegas.<o:p></o:p><br />
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Leave brunch early and go pick up the girls at
my parents. Run errands for my parents and watch part of the Oscars at their
house before heading home. <o:p></o:p><br />
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You know as I write this stuff I'm stunned I do so much...and then I wonder...why do I feel so burned out LOL....Meanwhile I haven't worked out AT ALL...so between the eating and the drinking...I put on 4lbs...BLEH!!! still under my goal weight but not happy. I have to get back in the swing of things...I mean one week off and 4lbs is not a big deal...but I'm deathly afraid that 4lbs will soon become 20lbs. Well I'll get back to that soon...right?!?! Stay tuned!!! </div>
Lizziegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11954405755342208016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520405197994290380.post-55963428820372650042013-03-04T09:40:00.002-08:002013-03-04T09:42:02.189-08:00My weekends are made of this….<br />
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Im telling ya…I try to cram a lot of life into my lazy
weekends and lately its been no exception…so here are some highlights of my
last few crazy weekends:<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Drove my girls down to Peoria to their Dad’s
house…he lives just outside of Peoria. I wasn’t looking forward to driving 3
hours out there and then turning around and driving back so a friend of mine
Jason suggested we go out to dinner. As luck would have it I meet him on
Halloween…who knew anyone would like that Wonder Woman costume…and he happens
to live in Peoria. So drop the girls at their Dads…I’m wearing sweats and I
have to be in Peoria in 30mins…so I ask my ex if I can use his bathroom to get
ready. He looks at me kinda oddly and says sure and then jokes “Whats up? Got a
big date?” to which I retort “Do you really wanna know, cause I’ll tell you”
that shut him up and I used his bathroom. As I was leaving the girls mentioned
how nice I looked and my ex goes “Have fun” and I look at him and said “I WILL”
and smiled. Like I said he and I have a good relationship but these moments are
priceless LOL. <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Met Jason at seafood restuarant then we went to
a very cool martini bar in a convert train dept…we proceeded to have many, many
martinis and a lot of fun.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Next day I hit the mall in Peoria and dropped
$500 at Victoria’s Secret, Macy’s and Maurices…not a usual thing for me so its
worth mentioning.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Get home and get ready to go to my girl
Bernadette’s house for her nephew’s birthday party. I love her house and her large
and loud Puerto Rican family…its like my loud Cuban family <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> <o:p></o:p></div>
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Jason…different Jason…told you this was fun. Ok so this other Jason I met
recently through a friend. Fun guy a bit confused…newly divorced. We had a
great time but have decided to remain friends…however I’ll keep you posted on
that one.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Sunday…meet up with G for breakfast…guy friend…nothing
more at least not these days. Then meet Liam for lunch…bad move…Liam is on the
hunt for….yeah that!!! Love him cause he’s a sweet guy but NO!!! He’s 30 going
on 18…luckily though his cousin was home so he behaved himself…whew.<o:p></o:p></div>
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catching up and then out to meet the ex for drop off<o:p></o:p></div>
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You'll have to wait til tomorrow though cause these get crazy long with insanity...but thought I'd show you the new ride....</div>
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Before this weekend started I was 5 lbs under my goal weight so...stay tuned on how this went...after :)</div>
<br />Lizziegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11954405755342208016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520405197994290380.post-17703352530824344952013-02-25T10:42:00.000-08:002013-02-25T10:43:36.085-08:00Wonder Woman Resurrected!!! <br />
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Hello my fellow warrior goddesses!!…this is
Wonder Woman Resurrected ;) I told you I’d be back in 2013 and here I am…HOLLA <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Was in a bit of a predicament at the end of last year.
Started looking over my blog and wondering well…what kinda of blog is this…am I
talking about losing weight, am I talking about my journey in the life of a
single mom, am I talking about dating….what is my theme…and I’ve decided its
gonna be about me warts and all <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
Most of us live in a world where we are constantly bombarded with images of
perfection…in magazines, movies, TV, the Internet, our friends lives on
Facebook…lol. Come on you KNOW you look at their pictures and their posts and
think “OMG they have it soooo together…I SUCK!!!” I often feel this way…especially
when I look at my friend Janet’s page LMAO!!! Nah she’s so great I can’t even
be annoyed by that <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
she deserves all her awesomeness and I can say with all honesty she really is
all that…BEEOTCH!!! <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
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My life resembles the road of most resistance…The DO
THIS, NOT THAT (insert my pic here) I don’t know why but if there is a hard
way, I’m gonna take it…maybe I need the thrill or the agony of defeat…maybe I’m
so non-drama that this provides me with drama…don’t know but others find my
stories and my life choices (cough…ex husband cough ;) ) amusing. Now I am
sticking to my pledge not to diss my ex…I said the choice was amusing…not
tragic <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
and I’m going to stick with it…not that he won’t make an appearance cause his
stories, where I’m involved, are funny <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
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So whats been up with me…well I broke up with sorta
boyfriend…sigh. We broke up at the end of last month. I’ve known for a while
now that things between us while fun were not progressing…after a year its time
to fish or cut bait…he decided to cut bait…hey if not him it would have been me
eventually. He met someone that he wanted to date and rather than string me
along he came out and told me….I HEART THAT GUY!!! Seriously the sweetest guy I’ve
ever meet. He’s not overly romantic or very expressive but he has a great heart.
He’s probably the only guy that I ever broke up with holding hands <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> that seems weird but
there was a realization for both of us, in that moment, that something great
was ending and it sucks. Now I know what you maybe thinking “Liz, get your head
out of the clouds…he was playing you” but you’d need to know him to know he
wouldn’t do that. I know a player, a manipulator, a bad guy…when I see one…or
at least I figure it out pretty quickly…NOW <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
Why did it end…ah the million dollar question…yeah there was the girl he met…but
that’s not why…I’m going to wax poetic here and say we were two ships passing
on different journeys…WTF Liz, reeeeally? <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
but its true. We met at the right time and got what we needed from each other
at the right time. I needed a sweet guy who was fun and wouldn’t pressure me
for more of a relationship than I was ready for. He needed a girl to understand
his insane work schedule and just get him…he’s a bit quirky to where others
would be annoyed, I’d find adorable <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
He also needed some fun…and that’s what we had a lot of…FUN. Its over now and I
joke that I can’t be angry with him and I’m not…ass, couldn’t even give me my
ANGER LOL. There is a funny story coming up about him in my next entry that
will tie this up <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
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What else…hit my goal weight, smashed it…then gained 4lbs tan, tan,
TAAAAAAN!! So I’m above my goal by a 1bs. I’m on the 4<sup>th</sup> week of my
maintenance program with Weight Watchers and this weekend didn’t help me at all <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> I blame it on the
sucky Chicago weather, my lack of working out last week and shoving everything I
can into my pie hole…it’s the Trifecta of Weight gain. So what am I gonna do
about it….get back to working out and eating sensibly and writing it down…grumble,
grumble <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> I’ve
been doing Weight Watchers for a year and a half…you’d think by now I’d get “Hey
Liz, you need to write down what you eat” but NOOOOO I think I’m smarter than
that or just lazy…nothing worse than a lazy, smart person…that’s worse than a
vibrator without batteries (so I’m told ;) ) IT DON’T GET DA JOB DONE!!! I’m
sitting here trying to enter everything I ate this weekend…and I’m afraid the
weight watchers website is going to virtually smack me <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> or a cow embedded app will
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Brought a new car <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
my old car, a 2003 Chevy Impala, is now at my parents house…my father is
performing life saving surgery on it to keep her going a few more years <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>. In other words, he’s changing
the oil and the spark plugs…might as well be surgery as far as I’m concern…I
don’t get how to do either one. That car
is a TANK!!! 190 thousand miles of HELLZ YEAH!!! <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
I think it is now going to be either my parent’s second car or the family spare
car (everyone in my family seems to always have car issues and no spare <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> ) or they are going to
give it to my basement boy brother (I’d rather they take her out and shoot her…it
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) or somehow my nephew…whose 22 years old, has a job but never any money…will
talk my parents into giving it to him. My family, whom I adore, has issues Y’all
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so now it’s a death match for a car with a 190k miles on it…rolling my eyes. The
fun part is I still hold the title to it…which I will likely sign over to my father
but I may hang on to it just long enough to torture all of them with it…if for
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My new car!!! Is a 2013 Jeep Compass…I spent a year
researching what I was going to do…and in typical Liz fashion…at the last
minute changed my mind and went a totally different direction. I was going to
buy a slightly used Kia Sportage. I wanted a mini SUV, that didn’t look like a
mom car, got good mileage and wouldn’t cost a fortune…and that is what I
ultimately got. Of course this is what happens when you try to buy a used Kia
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still though I got a great deal and I’m very happy with it. My guy friends all
want to know how I did with the deal…Ummm, whats it to you? I got what I wanted
and I’m happy with it…if its to poo poo my negotiation skills or to tell me how
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Lizziegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11954405755342208016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520405197994290380.post-50739486966254851082012-11-17T08:13:00.000-08:002012-11-17T08:13:07.340-08:00If this was easy...everyone would be a size 2!!!Ugh...having one of those weeks....I feel like I am eating everything in site. I've even been hitting the kids Halloween Candy....they have a stash of their Dad's favorite candy set aside to give him this weekend...I've been eating out of it...hit bottom on my 2nd Kit Kat last night thinking ...F$%K HIM!!! :)<br />
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I gained 3lbs over the last week. I might have mentioned that I do Weight Watchers, which I LOVE!!! Just going every week and getting on the scale is huge for me...sometimes I stay for the meetings...other times no but I'm reminded when I fall off the wagon how important it is to track. I am pretty good after a year of being aware of what I eat but no one is perfect. I thought I was doing ok but when I started tracking again I realized I was really EATING through those points :)<br />
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Soooo what am I gonna do about it...sigh :) I'm gonna do what Frank Sinatra says..."pick myself up and get back in the race"<br />
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Btw I have a great picture of him on my refrigerator...its a post card of Frank back in his super cool era with a caption that says "This is Frank's World and we're just living in it" I love that...its so ballsy :) kinda of like I live my life now :) I have to say this being in my 40s thing...kinda of rocks :) I was always so insecure when I was younger and then my 30s ...meh, but now!!! LOOK THE F*&K OUT CAUSE HERE I AM!!! :)<br />
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Funny thing is just feeling that way, other people buy into it...I don't think I've ever gotten as much attention or compliments as I do now (from Men and Women)....yeah I'm thinner but thats not all. I look good but I feel good too and I think thats what I put out there and it is coming back to me. I say what I feel, I don't hold back...I'm not a bitch about it or anything (at least I don't think I am :) ) but I'm not going to hold back. I recently told sorta BF that this is the happiest I've been in my life...He said "Thank you"...I rolled my eyes...I said "Yeah ok...you're part of it but so is this amazing feeling that my life is my own"<br />
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Yep I am the captain of my ship!!! So better hit the gym, eat healthy....throw the candy overboard and hey everyone!!! Margaritas on the main deck!!!Lizziegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11954405755342208016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520405197994290380.post-91402978263429248072012-11-12T11:06:00.000-08:002012-11-12T11:06:34.884-08:00Yikes I forgot to publish my last post so you get a 2fer :)Hi Everyone :)<br />
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So sorry I forgot to publish Wednesdays post so today its like you get two for one :)<br />
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My day date with Sorta Boyfriend went swimmingly...except I forgot to tell him my birthday was on Monday. I'm truly not embarrassed by my age...I'm 4 F*&KING 1 :) but I just don't make a big deal about my birthday. Anyway he felt bad about not getting me anything so I let him give me an AWESOME foot rub :) He also gave me crap about not being his Facebook friend...I know what your thinking...I'm not hiding anything...neither is he but here is the trap I don't want to fall into. He has got an insane schedule, I have an insane schedule...in all the this we have to fit in a life and friends and whatnot. I don't want to stalk his page and wonder what is he up to when he's not with me....I don't want to read into his posts...I don't want know who "that" girl is that responded...I don't want to make up stories in my head about what he's doing and get stressed out. I want to enjoy getting to know him and not stress about what I don't know yet. Anyway at some point I will make him my facebook friend...just don't know when :) I know I'm a relationship weirdo but look I've done the marriage thing, I've done the girlfriend bit...I like this guy alot, I just want to enjoy it and not stress.<br />
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The girls are with their Dad this weekend so...Friday I did girls night which was fun I also got in a workout (yay me!!!) Saturday I had a FULL day planned so got up early had some coffee and went to the gym. I spent the day with my friend Lissette who I have not hung out with in years. She has been a friend of mine since we were in high school and funny enough what did we do? We went to the Mall :) She and I used to hang out and go to the Mall all the time...and Ladies we didn't miss a beat...you know how sometimes you get together with an old friend after many years and it can be awkward...so not the case here...we had fun :) I was also on a mission to buy a strapless bra.<br />
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I have not shopped at Victoria's Secret since before I got married...don't get me wrong I've lingerie shopped since but back in the nineties...Victoria's Secret had beautiful bras and panties and lingerie that fit all sizes...then they started making underwear for seemingly 10 year old boys. After I got married I immediately had a baby and gained 75lbs in the process. I went from a size 36B/C to a 40C...About a year after I had my daughter I went to Victoria's Secret and was told by the snotty salesgirl that they don't carry anything over a 38 in store and that size was hard to find. I was MORTIFIED!!! I took me 10 years to go back into a Victoria's Secret...and that was just this Saturday.<br />
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Figured I needed to get sized because I knew I wasn't a 40C anymore but since losing weight...I hadn't got sized. I figured I was likely a 36C. I go in and there had to be 20 salesgirls in the store dying to help me (why doesn't this happen at Target I ask you...WHY!!!) and so sweet too. Anyway I tell them I need to get sized and I get whisked (oh yes...whisked) to the back by Jeanette. Jeanette is adorable she starts telling me how she's beginning this skincare regimen to fight early aging...I look at her and say "Sweetie, you can't be more than 25" she says she's not, she's 22...I start laughing and tell her she has years to worry about it...I've just started paying attention to it. She then says "Well what are you, 27...28?" I look at her and say "I'm 41" she couldn't believe me...DO THESE GIRLS WORK ON COMMISSION? If so I'm buying every bra in the place!!! Anywoo Jeanette sizes me and says I'm a 34DD....WHAT!!!???! No way!!! She sized me over my huge bra so it turns out I'm a 34D...the cup size wasn't what floored me (though double D.... :0) it was the 34!!! I haven't been a 34 since college!!! True enough she brought in the 34D bras and they fit beautifully. I think I texted everyone I know to tell them I was a 34D...possibly texting my college exboyfriend...who is now married might have been a mistake...sooo not my fault he got in on the group text :) I was SOOOO excited.<br />
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Anyway I must have gotten a little too giddy about it cause I got home and got ready to go to a party. Meanwhile I had eaten 1 salad all day...I just wasn't very hungry but knew I should eat if I'm going to drink. Well I forgot...I'm one of these freaks of nature that forget to eat. My boss and I have a running joke at work...I don't usually go to lunch cause I come in late and work through lunch. At about 2 in the afternoon I get nauseated, my head feels light and I realize I haven't eaten. I've told him about it so now everyday he tells me at around 1 "Liz, go eat something!!"<br />
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I go to the party in a very cute outfit, looking good. I proceed to have a fabulous time...so much so...I'm sucking down Vodka Lemonades like they are water....after my fifth one...I passed the point of no return...everything started to go slo-mo and there was a voice in my head (my own) saying "LIZ!!! YOU F&%KING IDIOT!!!" too late...I at least made it to a corner of the bar where hardly anyone saw me.. throw up!!! OMG!!! I can't move, everything is spinning!!! Luckily a very nice guy who was at the party saw what was happening to me and stayed with me...I don't know why he did but THANK GAWD he did....he helped get me downstairs....where I then proceeded to throw up on my shoes!!! I heard a girl say "OH MY GOD, WHAT THE F*&K IS WRONG WITH HER?!?!?" If I could have formed words I would have told her "I'M F%&KING DYING!!!!" thanks to the very nice guy and the very nice bouncer they lead me out to side of the bar and let me sit for a few minutes...the very nice and cute guy (whose name I now know is Boris) got me in a cab and helped me home...sigh...my hero!!! I proceeded to almost pass out in the taxi...As soon as I got to my place...I threw open the door of the cab and throw up on the street (YAY me for not throwing up inside the cab...now I don't have to pay a $75 clean up fine) The cabby asked if I needed help...I think he just wanted me the HELL out of his cab. I graciously declined...as gracious as someone can be with vomit in their hair. I then hobbled up my stairs...threw up on the stairs...managed to get through the door and onto my bed where I passed THE HELL OUT!!!!<br />
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At 5am I woke up still in all my clothes, boots (that I had thrown up on in the club) and even my keys in my hands. I made it to the bathroom, cleaned myself off and got back into bed....I woke up again at 9...I was ALIVE...barely but some food and a bath worked wonders. I was MORTIFIED!!! I haven't gotten that drunkenly sick...since a girls weekend getaway 10 years earlier. I was also curious why NO ONE texted me or called to see where I was. As it turns out Boris told everyone that I wasn't feeling well and he helped get me home...again sigh :) I found him on Facebook and sent him a nice message last night...he responded and I think he asked me out??? Hmmm cute guy that saw me throw up wants to take me out...I MAY MARRY HIM :) <br />
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Lizziegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11954405755342208016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520405197994290380.post-80863329970614735992012-11-11T14:52:00.000-08:002012-11-11T14:52:56.580-08:00I think I feel myself expanding????<br />
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WHAT A WEEK…and its only Wednesday!!! Stick a fork in me I
am DOOOOONE!!!! I’ve got to shake it off and get back to my Wonder Woman-ness…to
give you an idea of how out of energy I’ve been…<o:p></o:p></div>
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I haven’t read Emily a bedtime story this week, we skipped
baths yesterday because I couldn’t deal with it and they smelled….OK... I didn’t
review Mia’s homework yesterday or Monday (semester is over as of today…she’s
getting As and Bs…MEH :) ) my car is such a mess right now…IT HAS TO BE
CLEANED…plus there is an ODOR?!?! I can only imagine something got spilled
because I can’t find the source…aka dead animal carcass. I keep forgetting to
send beads, leaves and other assorted stuff for my youngest daughter’s art
class (maybe one overachieving parent sent extras and she can use those) the
laundry is piling up, I must puck my eyebrows before they meet in the middle
for the that hot unibrow look!!! And I’m pretty sure after all my fabulous
eating thing week and no working out…I’m up a pound or two…or four ;) <o:p></o:p></div>
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Monday…after a mini bday celebration with the girls (my
youngest wasn’t feeling well) I laid down and passed OUT!!! I’m thinking it was
a comb of running the Hot Chocolate 5k the day before, freezing (although not
as badly as my soulmate Melissa did…damn that girl is a trooper…and she ran
that 5K in 24 mins!!!) overeating at brunch after the race(if you want a place
in downtown Chicago to go eat brunch, Lou Mitchells on Jefferson!!!) heading
out to the burbs to pick up my girls from grandmas, then coming home and helping
put together a report for my oldest daughter’s English class…SHOOT ME!!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Back to Monday…B-DAY!!!…got up and going and proceeded to
eat sooooo much sugar…I had two pieces of that cookie cake I posed with Monday
(courtesy again of AMAZBALLS MELISSA!!!...I’m not kidding she is my soulmate…straight
or gay I’d marry her LOL) two brownies…I could feel the sugar coarsing through
my veins. A couple of years ago I could have put that away and more but healthy
eating really makes me FEEL it when I eat the bad (BUT OH SO YUMMY)stuff. At
3pm I run out to my daughter’s school to pick her up cause she got sick <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">L</span> she’s a tank though…back
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Last night (that was Tuesday??? Right?) I helped another
single mom in need and picked up her daughter from daycare along with mine (I
love when I’m able to help out…cause I know what its like to need help in
return!!!) made dinner…yelled at my kids A LOT!!! (OMG they came home so wound
up!!! ) then after dinner we settled in to watch the election returns. I will
say it now…I supported OBAMA (you’re SHOCKED, right? ;) ) anyway in the early
afternoon I started getting sick thinking Romney might win….I have nothing
against the guy, I think he’s actually pretty moderate but (and this is my
opinion ladies) the man had no conviction, he would say ANYTHING to get elected…that
said I had no clear idea of what he would do once he got into office so that
freaked me out. Anyway…Emily passed out after they called Pennsylvannia for
Obama. Mia hung on to the bitter end but went to bed right after. I wanted to
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Tonight we’ll be better…. I’ll come home, make dinner, throw
in some laundry, find some beads and leaves while I get Emily in the bath, I’ll
pluck my brows while she’s in there so she can ask a million questions “Mom,
what are you doing?”. ”Why are you plucking your eyebrows?”, ”Do I have to
pluck my eyebrows?” Meanwhile Mia will do homework or put it out so I can check
it. I’ll get Emily out of the bath, get it ready for Mia…tell Mia a 15minute
shower NOT a 1.5 hour shower/bath…Detangle Emily’s hair, cut her nails, check
her ears. Pick up my house, do the dishes…finally notice Mia has been in the
shower for 30minutes…poke my head in and tell her to wrap it up. Put Emily to
bed, read her two stories…keep my eye out for Mia (she likes to come out of the
bathroom soaking wet so badly she puddles on her way to her room) remind her to
dry herself off completely. Kiss Emily goodnight…go get her glass of milk…kiss
her goodnight again. Go check on Mia…check her nails, remind her to detangle
her hair. Smackdown with Jillian for 30minutes. Go see Mia while I’m sweating profusely,
tell her Jillian is trying to kill me while we chat for a bit before her
bedtime. Put her to bed, kiss goodnight. Take a bath…crawl into bed…damm I’m
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I took the day off cause the kids both have afterschool activities I need to be
there for. We’re going to grab breakfast and hang out cause he has to get to
bed by 3pm to sleep til 9pm so he can go to work. I love dating someone whose
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Ladies...I've not been looking forward to this day!!! Haven't been dreading it, just not looking forward to it. Today I am 41...WTF!!! How did that happen?!?! as much as I'd like to say the Calender is way off...its November 5, 2012....I came into the world on November 5, 1971...I guess I believe it due to the FAB fashions that everyone had on in the pictures surrounding my birth...even I wore a maxi skirt for my 1st birthday....either that or it was an early staging of "Anchorman - The Legend of Ron Burgundy" ;) Ok so you know what that means....Top Ten List of things that prove...I'm...sigh...41....<br />
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1. My driver's license says so...dammit!!! Oh well...it also says I weigh what I did when I was 16...bwahahahaha!!!<br />
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2. My father's mutton chops, in my first b-day pics, eclipse Dan Fantana's in Anchorman :)<br />
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3. The friday nights of my youth consisted of The Dukes of Hazzard at 7pm, Dallas at 8pm and Falcon Crest at 9pm...and it never crossed my parents mind not to let their 9 year old watch that stuff...LOL<br />
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4. I saw the original Star Wars at the movie theater and remember it...it was at the Hillside Square (that dates me even more for those of you that know it...the last movie I ever saw there....The Blair Witch Project...now it a mega church LOL)<br />
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5. My brother (he's 14 years older than me...poor bastard ;)) brought a front loading Betamax that I remember watching Saturday Night Fever on....I was too young to see most of it but he'd fast forward to the dancing parts for me...I thought that was AMAZING :)<br />
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6. I remember riding in my father's 1974 Ford Pinto (I think it was rated one of the worst cars ever made...EVER!!!)<br />
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7. I remember when they played videos on MTV...and I watched it ALL THE TIME!!!<br />
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8. I was in love at some point with every member of Duran Duran and EVERYONE knew it!!!<br />
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9. I wore the following fashions: Gauchos, head bands, leg warmers, bell bottoms, parchute pants, Z Cavarrichis, Neon, Body suits, stretchy stirrup pants, Hammer pants, flannel, workboots, penny loafers, cowboy boots...<br />
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10. I've worn my hair in the following styles - The Dorothy Hamil, Long and wavy...my hippie do as my mom liked to call it. Shag...think Jane Fonda in the 70s LOL, Perm!!! OH I LET MY SOUL GLOW!!! Straight with bangs (EPIC FAIL) THE RACHEL, FROSTED...yum lol, highlights, low lights...and now I'm just trying to hide the grays :)<br />
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Ok so I buy it I'm 41...BLEH...but here is my top ten list of things that make that OK...you knew it was coming...I love lists :)<br />
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1. I have never seen the number 200 on my scale in my forties :) I spent all of my 30s over two hundred pounds...and I plan on never seeing that number again.<br />
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2. Today I am wearing a dress that I wore on my 40th birthday except...this one is a size 8, that one was a size 14...HOLLA!!!<br />
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3. My oldest daughter told me I don't look a day over 31 and meant it...awww!!! She's getting a car ;)<br />
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4. My beautiful girls wished me a Happy Birthday this morning...they are my world!!!<br />
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5. I have amazing friends that fill me with such happiness...I wouldn't know what to do without them.<br />
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6. THIS is the happiest I've ever been<br />
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7. My sorta boyfriend is still in his 20s MUAHAHAHA!!!<br />
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8. I got a birthday cookie with Wonder Woman on it...SCORE!!!<br />
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9. Got on the scale..and wasthisclose to my goal weight!!!!<br />
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10. My life isn't any where near the ball park of perfect but I'm ok with that...I'll keep working on it but everyday I wake up with a sense of hope and a thrill to see whats coming...just hope I can keep that up for the next forty plus years!!!!<br />
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<br />Lizziegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11954405755342208016noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520405197994290380.post-65731445044267633292012-11-02T09:58:00.000-07:002012-11-02T09:58:08.779-07:00What do you do when IT just can't be fixed!!!!<br />
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Been toying around with the idea of blogging about being
divorced…I keep wanting to say…its hard, I don’t wish it on anyone (I certainly
don’t!!!) but here is MY thing…My life is much better and much happier since I’ve
been divorced…and why, because it was the right decision for me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My marriage had fallen beyond repair. I blame myself for
some of it but I did try. I’m not saying he didn’t…he’s not here to comment <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> I just know I gave up
long before we even separated….I think that is what makes me sad but somewhere
along the way my will to fight it out was sucked out of me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Ok then…what do you do when you are in a marriage YOU KNOW ISN’T
WORKING AND ISN’T GOING TO WORK? Well if you are like me and sooooo many other
women…you suck it up and put on a brave face <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
Im glad I didn’t get on Facebook until my marriage was pretty much over. There
is a study out there that says looking at other peoples happy facebook pics and
statuses actually make us more depressed…LOL. That’s because we all suck it up
and put on a brave face <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
Most of us are not going to put crappy pictures of ourselves on Facebook and
bemoan our life for everyone including our ex-boyfriends, who we are still
friends with to see…unless you are THAT person <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
We all have that one on Facebook…they put quotes up like how amazingly strong
they are and how shitty life is OVER AND OVER AND OVER again <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> I’ve got that
friend(s)…none of you of course <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
and I also have the incredibly hot friend who bemoans getting objectified by
men, hated by women but constantly posts half naked pictures of herself (rolling
my eyes!!!) <o:p></o:p></div>
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Here is a top ten list of things we do when surviving the
death throes of marriage…how we deal when its over BUT it ain’t over (this is
meant to be humorous/painful…but its ok…I’m with you, holding your hand…lets
wade across the pond of shattered emotions, shall we?…don’t try these at home…if
you do…TELL ME EVERTHING!!!) :<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->EAT LIKE SHIT – AHHHH YEAH that second bowl of KFC’s
mashed potato bowl will kill the pain!!! Mashed potatoes, fried chicken nuggets,
cheese, gravy, corn…its NUTRITIONAL CRACK!!! One hit and you are hooked!!! Can’t
talk to your friends cause your embarrassed then EAT!!!!, can’t talk to your
spouse cause you’d rather swim across the alligator/anaconda infested swamp…EAT!!!!
Can’t have an affair cause its just not you and face it who’d want you while
stuffing your face with this crap…EAT!!! Gain 60lbs and then the mirror will
reflect just how you feel!!!! <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->HAVE AN AFFAIR – In retrospect I should have
gone this route ;) kidding, truly..but at least it wouldn’t have taken me a
year to lose weight. I have no moral
high ground on this one…life is one trick bitch to manage and my glass house
won’t tolerate stones. If this were a friend of mine, I’d hug her and say “Be
safe, don’t get caught (if you do…my couch is available) and remind me of my
alibi responsibilities <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>”
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</span><!--[endif]-->THROW YOURSELF INTO A HOBBY – Life at home SUCKS
HAIRY BALLS…so do something that keeps you busy. I read A LOT…especially Chick
Lit…it was comforting to read about others screwed up lives when mine was going
down the drain. I recommend Jennifer Weiner “Good In Bed” LOVE, LOVE, LOVE her
books!!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->GET ANOTHER TV – UGH (ok going to flame the ex a bit here...just a bit though...he won't even feel it LOL) my ex loved to watch “The
Simpsons” and “That 70s Show”….I can still picture him on far right side of the
couch, computer in hand…the thought makes me groan inwardly. GODFORBID ID WANT
TO WATCH ANYTHING…cause he hated most of what I wanted to watch…I do enjoy my
trash tv but not with his constant, unrelenting commentary about how these
shows signal the fall of Western Civilization and I should feel bad about
watching them…SHOOT ME!!!! Go into the other room ladies!!!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->IT’S THE WEEKEND….SCATTER!!!! – Spending quality
family time…yeah…not so much. You two can barely stand the site of each other
so best to retreat. Hang out with family, friends (remember happy face…bring your
probing question deflector)…do your own thing and count the days til you can
figure out a solution to this mess…and if its this bad…you really better
think!!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->SPEND EXTRA TIME AT WORK – Coming home to a
powder keg of pain sounds as much fun as having eyeball surgery with a needle
and Nurse Ratched holding your hand <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
Stay late at work…finish that report that’s due…next month <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->HONE YOUR ACTING SKILLS (your children need
you!!!) - the things we do for our
babies…heck, we wouldn’t even be here still if it weren’t for them. We all love
our kids and only want them to have the best…even if it’s a lie. You are dying
on the inside and smiling on the outside…hold back the tears when you kiss your
babies and remember that they are the bright spots in this mess…btw…when the
shit hits the fan and you FINALLY go your separate ways…I promise you they will
be fine. If you put their needs first…it will be ok.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->HAVE A DRINK OR 5 – Why does everything feel
better with a bottle of Pinot Noir?…ummm…because its like the KFC crack bowl…you
aren’t dealing with the pain, you are numbing yourself. Why do we have
alcoholics and drug addicts…for many reason but one of them I think is that
LIFE IS HARD…so hard you feel yourself in despair…its like being at the bottom
of a well with no ladder…I get it but guuuuurl…you are no help to anyone, least
of all yourself drunk or stoned. Make yourself the ladder (EASY TO SAY FOR A
TALL BEEOTCH!!!) and crawl out..NOW!!! Call me…I’ll jump in, you can stand on
my shoulders and then send down a rope…or better yet…I’ll send down the rope
and pull you out…remember…I have a couch <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->HIDE!!! Here is another “fabulous”…”I don’t want
to deal with my pain” move…hide!!! Don’t see your friends, cause they’ll ask
questions…don’t see your family…they’ll ask even more questions…you want the
Spanish Inquistion…come talk to my mother!!! Did you know 60lbs of extra fat is
like a cloak of invisibility…and a smile…even better.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->SCRAP THIS LIST!!!! All of the above SUCKS!!!! I’ve
done most of it (9/10 <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>)
I DOESN’T WORK!!! It’s a band-aid on a KNIFE WOUND.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ladies, ask yourself is my marriage worth saving? Is it
save-able? If you answer yes then DO IT!!! Do everything you can to save your
marriage and be happy. I've seen truly happy marriages...I'm jealous yet they fill me with love and hope :) If not, if you can’t…its time to move on. I know its
easy to say but I’ve done it…and it wasn’t overnight and it wasn’t after
reading anyones charming blog <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
It took years but I did it…you can too!!! Everyday…I find something to be
grateful for and happy about…no matter what!!! Call me…I’ve got rope and I am
one tough BITCH <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> <o:p></o:p></div>
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Lizziegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11954405755342208016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520405197994290380.post-61421444926845206122012-11-01T18:23:00.000-07:002012-11-01T18:29:12.091-07:00I think I need oxygen!!!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know I know…I said I’d post yesterday…but I have an excuse…the dog ate my computer? The answer is 12? I’m sorry</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Wingdings;">:( </span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">t </span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">was one of the two things on my to</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">do list I couldn’t finish…but just in case you think I sat around all day…THINK AGAIN!!!!</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">1. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span lang="en-us"></span><span lang="en-us"></span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">Get the girls ready for Halloween – My beautiful daughters betrayed me with their costumes….they went as a Green Bay Packers Player and Cheerleader. My oldest daughter was going to dress up as Aar</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">on Rodgers, their quarterback, but the</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">n</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">she fell in love with some Green Bay PJ pants</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> so her officia</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">l</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> costume was “Aaron Rodgers wakes up late on Sunday and is running to Lambeau before game time” My hope is he doesn’t make it and the Bears crush them 45-0 but I keep this thought to myself….after all I was the Hoodwinked Bears Fan that drove them up to Kenosha WI to buy this CRAP</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…I mean outfits </span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">:)</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> I LOVE MY KIDS, I LOVE MY KIDS!!!!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span lang="en-us"></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2. </span></span><span lang="en-us"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">Go get breakfast at Dunkin Donuts – Me and the girls are not what you’d call morning people…in fact on the weekends we are lucky to get out the door to do anything by noon</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…but mention donuts or bacon and WE’RE OFF!!!</span></span><span lang="en-us"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">Plus I was off work and feeling like have some fun. D</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">id you know Dunkin Donuts has Red Velvet Munchkins?!?!? I had ONE</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…plus a coffee (skim milk with Splenda (sweetner naysayers</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…I know)</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">!!!</span></span><span lang="en-us"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">The girls had 20</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…BLEH...</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I should feel bad letting them have that much sugar…but truthfully I’m thinking</span></span><span lang="en-us"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">as one famous mom said many years ago “From 8 to 3 they are the State</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">’s Problem!!”</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">and then s</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">ent them on their blissful, Packer loving, sugar high way.</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">5. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span lang="en-us"></span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">GO VOTE – I run out of the school…</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">slide across the hood of my car,</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">jump in</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">and go</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> vote</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> (Ok lying about my bad ass hood sliding</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…but how KEWL would that have been!!!)</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…meanwhile</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">my friend</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">Laura is calling me about some funny pic on Facebook…OMG…someone posted something about me!?!? (YES LIZ…cause the world revolves around you!!!! ;) ) she says </span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">its</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">not</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> about me (WHAT!!!</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">…then why do I care?</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">:)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span lang="en-us"></span><span lang="en-us"></span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> )</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;"> its just funny and I need to downloa</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">d it now!!!</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">So yes…I AM DRIVING AND MESSING WITH MY PHONE….CHICAGO PD…COME AND GET ME!!! Can’t download the darn thing cause my phone doesn</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">’t want to cooperate…get to the early voting place…tell Laura I’ll download it later and call her (Yeah…forgot the whole conversation before I hit “END” on my phone)</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">run in to vote…the line is out the door. I swear…audibly :o </span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">everyone looks up….I book out the door (that was the other thing I didn’t get done on my to do list!!!)</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">6. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span lang="en-us"></span></span><span lang="en-us"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Buy a License Plate Sticker…which expires…TODAY </span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">:)</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">- Leave the early voting place after saying “WTF!!!” so loudly I think President Obama heard it (Mr. President</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…I apologize…I am voting for you</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> once the line gets shorter</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">!!!</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="en-us"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Wingdings;">:)</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">)</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> I can’t go to my loc</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">al currency exchange OH NO…that would be too easy. My car required emissions test proof so I gotta go downtown…meh…its 10 mins away…no problem…</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">its 10:45…I’ll be back before the 1pm Halloween Show at school.</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ll get that done and go to the farmers market out there and get my veggies</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…I know you are thinking “LIZ…NOOOOOO THERE IS NO WAY YOU CAN DO IT!!!</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">”…UMM…did I mention…I am WONDER WOMAN…beeeaches!!!</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">:)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span lang="en-us"></span><span lang="en-us"></span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">stop at Starbucks and get a breakfast sandwich…eat it in the car…</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Buy my license plate sticker, get my veggies and got back home by</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">12:15…tidy up…put my exercise clothes on and THIS TIME…I walk the two blocks to school.</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">7. </span></span><span lang="en-us"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">Watch my youngest daughter in the Hal</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">loween show….AWWW she was soooooo cute…she is one of the tallest kindergarteners so</span></span><span lang="en-us"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">she’s</span></span><span lang="en-us"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">easy to spot</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> on stage</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…I know those of you that know my 5’11 @ss are SHOCKED that my kids are tall</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">. Not only is she tall but sooooo expressive…a born ham!!! She was wonderful!!! I toy with the idea of skipping out after she’s done but there is the parade right after</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…grrr…but the show zooms by in an hour. I almost fall asleep cause it’s the most sitting I’ve done all day :)</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">8. </span></span><span lang="en-us"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">Watch the Halloween parade….bless my kid’s school for making this brief…plus look at my girl!!! She was so happy to see me</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">worth every minute</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span><span lang="en-us"> <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">:)</span></span><span lang="en-us"></span><span lang="en-us"></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> Its 2:15…if I go to the gym now…I can get my 5k run and strength training in before picking up the girls at</span></span><span lang="en-us"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">4:30pm.</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">9. </span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">Workout – Get to the gym…won’t lie…this was tough…I’m already running on empty so I gutted out that 5k</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> on the treadmill</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> . Watched “Jersey Shore” while running</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">….</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">FIST PUMP!!!</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">. 5K done…strength training in the workout studio….ah the studio is empty. I love the mirrors in there cause they do really help with keeping form…but I am fighting through this</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…my body is SCREAMING to stop but I keep going until the very end…when I came up from a stretch…I saw stars…literally…UH OH…I’m going to faint!?!? I’m going to pass out in the studio which is separate from the rest of the gym and no one will find me for hours :0</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…wonder if the hot owner will give me mouth to mouth</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…sadly we will never know </span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">:)</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> I managed to recover and not faint…Its 3:30 thank GAWD I live in the city and there is a Starbucks downstairs. Get</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">my skinny Pumpkin Spice latte….I feel like a $100 now</span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">:)</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">10. </span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">Get</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> home</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> and shower</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…my chest hurts?!?! OMG am I have a heartattack?</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">(NO LIZ YOU’VE HAD ONE BREAKFAST SANDWICH ALLLL DAY and THREE GIANT COFFEES</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…you are over caffeinated and under fed</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Wingdings;">:)</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">) shower…put on my mommy-fied Wonder Woman costume. Mia would not allow me to show any skin so I had to put on cuddle duds under my costume.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span lang="en-us"></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">12. </span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">Go to my friend Denise’s house for the Halloween Festivities</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…if there is a Heaven, it feels a lot like my friend Denise’s house…I LOVE GOING THERE…she always has food, alcohol and a smile. She is the kind of person that just makes you feel good by knowing her</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…asking anyone…who doesn’t like Denise?!? If they don’t I’m going to kick their ass!!!</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span lang="en-us"></span><span lang="en-us"></span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">My girls LOVE going to Denise’s house too…</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">they</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> go to school with her three</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">wonderful</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">kids</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…if I were a lost kid on Halloween night…I’d want to</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">end up at</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> Denise’s house</span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">:)</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> anyway…you get the picture </span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">:)</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> She’s even got a Weight Watcher</span></span><span lang="en-us" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">s receipe chill ready to go…she’s AMAZBALLS!!!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span lang="en-us"></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">13. </span></span><span lang="en-us"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">Trick or Treating…12 kids, 5 grown ups, stomach full of chill and some wine</span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…LETS DO THIS MUTHA!!! We live in one of the best neighborhoods in Chicago for trick or treating….one of the 758 things I love out my city</span></span><span lang="en-us"> <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">:)</span></span><span lang="en-us"></span><span lang="en-us"></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> After an hour we come back to Denise’s…the kids do a candy trade…hmmm…where’d that wine go??</span></span></span></div>
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Lizziegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11954405755342208016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520405197994290380.post-72933752917786817872012-10-29T09:56:00.000-07:002012-10-29T09:56:18.442-07:00Did ya miss me? Cause I'm getting smaller :) and now I'm VAIN ;)Sorry ladies, had a combination of writers block and crazy schedule going on last week. I kept wanting to say something but something kept tearing me away..work likely...kids, even more likely and having fun...that too :)<br />
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I had a perfect weekend! Full of friends, good times, family and ended curled up with my girlies before bed last night. SO I DID IT!!! Went as Wonder Woman this year (most thought it was my costume...but its my secret identity as we all know) Had thought about going all out..really spending it up and getting the Linda Carter knock off copy...but in the end...the Partycity version won out. Can I tell you the Wonder Woman costume is POPULAR...couldn't find it anywhere....for a few weeks I would randomly check Party City(s) and they were all out. Funny enough I have a Party City right down my street and thats where I found mine. When I got the costume it was at about this time that the idea that I'm a size MEDIUM sank in.<br />
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Girls...I've been a large most of my life (I'm tall so there is a length thing) I have a large frame...ugh, have I mentioned how much I hate that term...its like saying I'm big boned...can't they come up with something better? Anyway most costumes, in my experience, tend to run small so I was sure I needed a Wonder Woman costume size large. I tried the large Wonder Woman costume and it was baggie and just didn't fit right...so I tried on the meduim...bit snug to get around my pear shape...think I'm going to say I'm genie bottle shaped ;) but the fit was GREAT...IN MEDIUM...WOOHOO!!! After that I really started to notice...I'm not a large...I'M NOT A LARGE?!?! I think we all have that feeling when we are losing weight...especially when you lose ALOT of weight...your physical state changes faster than your mental state. Here is an example...for years I HATED having my picture taken. I missed out on taking alot of picture s because I was so overweight I hated looking at myself. This weekend I went to a halloween party and I ended up posting a TON of pics on my facebook page...LOL. My friends looked so great I wanted to share but then it dawned on me...I didn't look too bad either. I still cringe when friends tag me in a picture on facebook...so much so that I immediately check (so as to detag myself :) ) and not a bad picture in the bunch that caused me grief. I catch myself looking at myself in the mirror because I've the mythical Narcissus ;) (Damm Liz Wonder Woman now this...vain beeotch!!!) actually...its because I'm still STUNNED...is that really me?? I did that at the gym last night (helps that the place is FULL OF MIRRORS) ...other than a band around my midsection of stubborn, stubborn...STUBBORN fat that I may name Ann Coulter cause its annoying as hell and never seems to go away...just like her (plus it appeals to my sense of irony to name my ugly fat after a skinny beeotch who is ugly inside and out) I think I'm buying into the fact that I'm thin (HOLY CRAP!!!) my year and a half of sweat, eating right...is paying off!!!<br />
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Ok so I'm thin...now...I'm freaked out about relapsing...that may be a good thing...it will keep me on my toes. I definitely feel that something that has helped is to view this as a lifestyle...not a race....there is no finish line...yeah there is me staring at mirrors unbelievingly or seeing pictures of myself and not recoiling :) but this is something that I (and likely you) will have to keep working on for the rest of my life...sigh...guess its true what they say...if it were easy...everyone would be staring at themselves in the mirror and smiling...HOW ANNOYING ;) More on my freaking out later :)Lizziegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11954405755342208016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520405197994290380.post-777666954976205012012-10-17T10:16:00.001-07:002012-10-17T10:16:56.110-07:00Lord, give me strength and a caffeine drip...STAT!!!<br />
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So last night...I did not do my Jillian Michaels Ripped in
30 :( instead I curled up on my couch and watched Obama and Romney slap each
other around a bit...Two things I'll say about the debate...one, laughed the
hardest when this occurred - Romney asked: “Mr. President, have you looked at
your pension?” Obama responded: “I don’t look at my pension. It’s not as big as
yours so it doesn't take as long.”...SMACK!!! LOL...then did anyone notice Ann
Romney and Michelle Obama both wore hot pink...gotta say they both looked
great...but being my girl Michelle and I are both 5'11, from Chicago and wear
the same shoe size (I know this because I saw her inaugural ball gown on
display at the Smithsonian last year...along with her size 10 Jimmy Choos
-AHLUSTCOVETDROOL!!!) I give it up to Michelle...she looked stunning...very
Jackie Kennedy. By the way...just as an FYI...they don't like it at the
Smithsonian when you squeal "OMG look at her shoes!!!" and try to
claw your way through plate glass...whateves :)<o:p></o:p></div>
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This morning up bright and early to get the girlies ready
for picture day and pick up my messy house....how does it always get to be such
a MESS...I swear these kids come home and its like a tornado hits...as per
usual they are bright and cheery in the morning and all is
bliss...bwahahahaha!!! HEAVEN HELP WHOEVER WAKES UP THE WOMEN IN MY HOUSE
BEFORE 8AM!!! I'm not a morning person but I'm the Mom so I have to suck it
up...Mia is like waking the dead!!! Its 3 wake up calls before she finally gets
moving with surly looks and heavy sighing. Emily is usually a bit more animated
in the morning...but she has a very wiggly front tooth and is freaking out that
it will come out...whats my worry?...that it will pop out before they take her
picture and she'll be a bloody mess...so much compassion...sigh...MOTHER OF THE
YEAR!!! Yesterday we all got our hair cut....Emily must have thought they were
going to cut off her head by the way she screamed and carried on...but in the
end it got cut (HER HAIR ;) ) and she was fine...I'd post the end results of
hers here but she refused to let me take her picture...rolling my eyes :) so
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Thank goodness after a few tears (Mia didn't like the
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Tonight I WILL RIP IT!!! I need Jillian Michaels to yell at
me some more...love her yoga meltdown vid btw...though I fell last time I did
the side plank position...ya know where you reach up in a side plank...I just
kept going and landed on my butt :) I have to get some more run time in
too....starting to run out of steam at the end of the night and I'm getting
snacky...not GOOD...oh well...this is a work in progress :) I have noticed that
it takes alot less food to fill me up. We got pizza last night cause after the
hair cuts and running around and hours of homework...MAMA WASN'T COOKING...I
had two pieces of sausage and some cold pasta. I used to eat at least 5 pieces
of pizza and I'd still be hungry...plus these days I eat more fruits and
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really positive change I've made in the last year was sitting down with the
girls at the dinner table...turning off the TV and just relaxing and talking
while we eat. Before we just used to eat in front of the TV...then I would start
going into another room cause they wanted to watch the Disney channel (I'd
still watch Shake Up...and yes I memorized the theme song :)) . I didn't grow
up with my family sitting down to dinner...my brothers being much
older...horked down their food in front of the TV and were off....giving my
parents more gray hairs. My father worked in the evenings...so Mom would feed
me in front of the TV and then she'd go watch whatever she would watch (some
gawd awful Latin Soap Opera...this was before Telemundo) It never bothered me
because my mom was a stay at home mom...if anything...we had a little TOO MUCH
together time...as for my Dad...he was supporting all of us...I never wanted
for my parents attention...I was the youngest and only girl...HOLLA :) but ladies
Wonder Woman ovah here has to find what works for her family...my mind goes
miles per minute so sometimes I miss what I REALLY NEED TO PAY ATTENTION TO.
Anyway we started doing family dinner nights a couple of times a week and I
noticed it really helped...now its just about every night...I give the girls
Friday night off so they can watch a movie. My brain actually slows down and I
really listen...I took a note from THE POTUS (look it up) he said in an
interview that when he and his wife sit down to dinner with their girls (is it
just me or do you not love that their names are Malia and Sasha :)) they ask
them...what was the best part of your day and the worst...the girls and I do
this and they LOVE IT!!! so do I. I always end their night by reading Emily a
story...ok sometimes we have to skip it but I do, do this most nights...I did
this with Mia too and I'm convinced its why the two of them love books so much.
I then go hang out with Mia who is usually doing something creative like a
fashion or interior design game on the computer...she's always up to
something...KID IS GONNA TAKE OVER THE WORLD :) I let her watch TV til lights
out at 10pm...but a couple of times she's outlasted me...and it never fails
that I get up at 2am and her TV is on and she's passed out (I say this so you
all don't think I'm high and might...Super Mom or Tiger Mom or anything else
over than..trying my best...stumbling but ultimately I'm sure my kids will be
fine in spite of me :))...she was watching Diary of a Wimpy Kid last night on
HBO...I was thinking...thank goodness I put the view locks on the cable
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Ya know why I like the name Wonder Woman...aside from the
fact that she's a HOT, BRUNETTE, TALL, AMAZING...36, 24, 36...(haha...only if
she 5'3 ;)...personally...I'm a 36, 31, 38...pears are sexy :) ),SMART, JET
FLYING (damm she's got that one on me), CRIME FIGHTING (I'm on the neighborhood
watch) BABE!!! Cause when I call myself Wonder Woman(trust me I giggle every
time I do)...I'm honestly not thinking how awesome I am...I'm WONDERING how its
a WONDER I make it through the day with
my sanity, health and sense of humor intact. Its truly a WONDER I'm keeping my
weight down, my healthy eating up, my girls happy, fed and clothed...I have my
amazing friends, my great and goofy family, a job I love and I have a sorta of
BF that looks like Paul Rudd...HOLLA!!! So many WONDERS!!! Hmmm WONDER where I
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Sorry I’ve been away but it was a wild week last week, had
to take a breather. So to catch you up I put things in to their own
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</span><!--[endif]-->Staying Fit….I’m still fighting the good fight.
I’ve been combining Jillian Michael’s Ripped in 30 with her Yoga Meltdown and
training for the Hot Chocolate 5k next month…BREATH!!! Its been going ok…need
to get more disciplined and find the time but I’m doing it. Getting to the
point in my weight loss, keeping fit journey where I’m just seeing my flaws and
getting discouraged…its been such a long road…I sometimes wonder if maybe I can’t
do this…then I think…SERIOUSLY…this is the thinnest you’ve been since you were
College…shut up and keep going <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
I may have to have a talk with the ass and thigh fairy though <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> She’s still way too
generous <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>.
I’m between 7 and 5lbs from my latest (and last) goal…kill me now!!!! <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->My girlies!!! They are FAB!!! The best parts of
my life. Its been an interesting challenge this last month having them on my own.
When their Dad still lived close by we split the week evenly but since he’s
moved three hours away…now they are with him every other weekend. My parents
have pitched in to help…which has been great though I try not to abuse that too
much. My parents are 76 and 79 respectively so while the girls are a bit older
they can still be a handful and I feel guilty having my folks babysit too much.
My mom cracked me up the other day when she said “If only I were 60!!” Oh yeah
Mom the good ol days when you’d take on the world <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> My mommie friends have been
amazing pitching in…even if only to listen to me whine ;) Overall though
everything has been great. <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->My so-called life…Social life came to a big halt
after the summer was over…I still have my moments here and there but I’m kinda
of enjoying the scale back. Still having fun dating my adorable guy (he really
does hate it when I say he’s adorable…but he is!!!) People ask me if he’s my
boyfriend, where are we going with this…whats going on…BLAH, BLAH, BLAH <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> Well…I do like him a
lot, we have a great time together and that’s good for now. I don’t know ladies…everytime
I think about sharing my life with someone I feel like someone has a vice grip
on my throat (and not in a hot way…did anyone see Broadwalk Empire last
night?!?! Damm Bobby!!! Now he could make me reconsider having more babies ;) )
I don’t know when that will go away. I’ve been asked if I’m worried, given my
age (GRRRRRR!!!!) about finding someone to spend the rest of my life with…well…no
<span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> truly. There is an old
saying that goes “Mejor sola que mal acompanada” which translated means its
better to be alone than in bad company…and that is the GAWDS HONEST TRUTH there
ladies!!! If I don’t find my SUPERMAN (give or take some silly flaws <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> ) then whats the point.
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been fortunate since my divorce to date some really nice guys and some not so
nice ones. I have the misfortune (sigh <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>)
of being too nice…so some of them I’m
still in touch with. There must have been something in the air cause THEY ALL
CONTACTED ME THIS WEEKEND!!!! and truly
I wanna say “Its been nice knowin’ ya’…don’t let the door hit you in the ass on
the way OUT!!!” First off…REALLY!!! Call me on a Friday or Saturday to do
something THAT DAY???? LAMEBALLS!!!! I actually ended up on my own Saturday
night but working out, a good book and bath, was still a better option than
these MAMALUKES (I was reading the Godfather…the Italian slang is rolling <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>) Wanna know something
sad…most of these guys have made their reappearance in the last six months…hmmm…seems
like word got out that I lost 60lbs <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
Ugh and they are sooooo transparent that its my appearance that has them suddenly
interested. This maybe paranoia on my part but another thing and this really
makes me mad… I think, that they have it in minds that because I have kids…my
options on limited…so they can swoop in and offer a lousy deal and I’ll be so
desperate I’ll take it….WTF!!! So not only am I not interested…they make me
physical sick…PLEASE BOYS…DO ME AND YOURSELVES A FAVOR…LOSE MY NUMBER <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> <br />
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So this week…hmmm…working from home tomorrow (I LOVE MY
JOB!!!!) the girls and I are getting haircuts…Mia wants bangs (I’ll post pics <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> ) using this to get
her to cut a few inches off as well (I’ll take 2 <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
) Emily is getting a trim as well…ME…long layers a few inches…nothing too
special. Wednesday School Pictures…three screaming women in a bathroom…and they
are 10 and 5…whaddaamIgonnado when they are 18 and 13!!! I told Mia we’d have
two bathrooms…one for me and one for them. She says “Mom…you’re gonna leave two
teenage girls in ONE BATHROOM?!?!? We’ll fight and kill each other” my oh so
motherly sage comment “What the heck do I care, I’ll be in my bathroom",
Thursday…School Open House (its like Kiddie Disco Night ;) ) Friday…MOVIE NIGHT
at home…”And Hulk…SMASH!!!”, Saturday Pumpkin Patch and running for the
Wisconsin Boarder to see if I can get my traitor kids Packers costumes…GRRRR…I’m
a Bears Fan and my oldest daughter is a Packer Fan…MY HEART!!!!...I blame her
father and aunt for this one…I know I’m not trashing my ex or his sister but
DAMMIT!!! <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
Emily is still a Bears Fan but we are trick or treating with another family
(then there is a party with Beer and Chill for the grown ups!!! <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> I think the kids will
be banished to the basement to come down off the sugar high…is it wrong to bar
the door to the upstairs??!!!!”) The other kids are going as Bears players so my
kids have to constrast…don’t ask me…the kids came up with this…I’m just their
BITCH ;) <o:p></o:p></div>
Lizziegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11954405755342208016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520405197994290380.post-13660139308441879462012-10-05T13:25:00.001-07:002012-10-05T14:53:30.965-07:00Secrets to Happiness...oooohhhh ahhhhh :)<br />
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So today I was wondering what am I gonna blog about…Hmmm
what is going on in the mind of Wonder Woman (LOL I feel so full of myself when
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My kids, work, working out, my weight... my lying whore of a scale, the fact
that my parents call me five times a day to ask if I’m thinking of them (If you
have Latin or Crazy Parents you will understand this <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>) What am I doing this weekend (my
children’s bidding ;))…so many things going on but then I came across a great
article in Time Magazine “Be Happier in Business and Life: 10 Things to Stop
Doing Right Now” If you get a chance take a look. Here is the list of 10 with
my personal spin (be warned ;))<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->Blaming – HA!!! This one got me right away and
its HELLZ YA on point. Girls, we’ve all made mistakes but blaming others for
them won’t ever help us. Case in point…on my first blog I mentioned that I was
divorced but wasn’t going to flame my ex here. I could for destroying my life…LOL…but
I don’t. For two reasons…ONE…he is the father of my children and he is a good
father to them. TWO…yeah maybe he did stuff but ultimately how I deal with that
is on me…not him. When we separated I vowed to myself that I would be better,
stronger…I’d rebuild (Hmmm maybe I should have called myself the Bionic Woman…2<sup>nd</sup>
favorite Super Hero!!!) In order to do that I had to focus on me and not blame
other for what I can or can’t do. It’s the same with losing weight…I could go
on about how this or that kept me fat (folks you can’t call it Baby Weight if
the Baby is heading to Kindergarten) but ultimately only I had the power to
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</span><!--[endif]-->Impressing – I’m pretty modest considering I’m
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but let me tell you something for some reason growing up in my culture the
flash can appear to be valued more than the substance. I never hear through
the Cuban gossip grapevine about how so and so is making a difference curing
people of monkey poxes <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>.
I hear how much money who makes, where this person lives, how big is their
house, what kinda of car they drive…and then I wonder why my therapist said I
had to live an authentic life <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>
People love the real you…warts and all…so be yourself…impress me that way <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Her name is insecure and if she keeps it up she’ll never be essing some major D…well
she will…but she won’t get a phone call the next day ;) I’m not just talking
about moves to hook up with some dude, insecure is insecure and it invades all
aspects of your life. I was insecure (says Wonder Woman ;)) and it sucks…To be
afraid of being afraid…to not take chances…to not get what you want…SUCKS!!!
Don’t hold on to something that does not work be it a man, a job, a lifestyle.
Girls life is too short to live day in and day out doing the same thing you
hate over and over again just cause its comfortable. I know this cause I lived
it…don’t waste time!!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->Interrupting – Guilty!!! I do this CONSTANTLY…I
have some serious A.D.D. and sometimes if I don’t get the thought out I will
lose it…grrr… its rude. Its shows I’m not listening, I’m just worried about
what I’m saying. Its not my intention but that’s how it comes across. It’s a struggle
to be sure but we all want to be heard…so I have to remember to shut up,
breath, listen and FOCUS…squirrel…dammit Liz…focus!!! <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->Whining – Whining is not talking out your
problems…its just, well whining. I used to whining about my weight…”I’m so fat”;
“I can’t believe this store doesn’t sell size 18 LONG” blah, blah. Blah…I did
that for years but until I stopped and did something about it…I would have
remained the same weight forevah. DO…DON’T WHINING..much anyway <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->Controlling – Ladies all we can control is us…we
can’t control others…even Wonder Woman does not possess the power of mind
control (though the lasso of truth is mighty kick ass!!!) The article I read
mentioned that control is short term at best and requires force, fear,
authority and pressure…I don’t know about you but that does not sound HOT, FUN
nor a recipe for happiness. Today Emily wanted to wear her black boots instead
of her brown boots. I knew the outfit she was wearing would look soooooo cute
with the brown boots so instead of just letting her wear the black boots…I told
her she HAD to wear the brown ones. Crying and yelling followed and for what?
The black boots would have been fine but I had the vision in my head and Emily
was not following my vision so I use the Mom card <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> Now granted I’m the Mom I
have to keep her safe and help her become a good productive citizen…but she
could have worn the black boots…I was just being controlling and all it got me
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</span><!--[endif]-->Criticizing – Ah don’t ya just love this one!!! One
day long ago my ex was leaving the house wearing a ripped up sweat shirt. I
thought it looked ridiculous but he seemed happy about it (WHAT!!! HOW DARE HE
BE HAPPY LOL) so in all my wisdom (bitchiness) I said “Are you REALLY gonna
wear that?” with that I not only took the joy out of wearing that sweatshirt
away…I made him feel bad. Why did I do it…cause I was mad at him (I can’t even
remember why now!!!) We hurt those that we love…it sucks but we do it. Next
time your Hubby is doing something silly and you can see the joy in his face…don’t
use that time to knock him down…Talk to him about what is bothering you in a
constructive way cause guess what. Lets say the marriage doesn’t work out…if
you have kids…YOU STILL HAVE TO TALK TO HIM…so figure it out one way or another
before gun play is involved ;) Same with friends and family…talk don’t
criticize!!! Remember there but for the grace of God go I.<o:p></o:p></div>
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rewrite this whole thing ;) Truly I only speak from my own experience…I know
just about as much or more likely less than you. When you start telling people
this or that is how it MUST be, the less they will likely listen (at least that’s
how I see it <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> )
or talk to you for that matter… so good luck living alone in your glass house.
The party is at my house…join us <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->Dwelling – If I dwelt on my failures I wouldn’t
even get outta bed. I think having parents that came here from another country
really helps with the not dwelling. My parents had a great life back in Cuban…then
ol’ Fidel had to ruin that. Who could really blame them if they wanted to dwell
on the wrongs of the past…but no…they looked forward. My Dad is definitely the
family visionary…he has the gift of seeing possibilities and its one that he
gave me (THANK GOD!!!) my Mom who has always had faith in my Dad’s vision
followed…and here we are living the American dream in Chicago <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> My parents have built a life that most people
born and raised here would envy. They have had a long (55 years two weeks ago)
and happy marriage…they don’t dwell on the negative in life…they dwell in the
positive…they raise each other up and if I get lucky someday I will find
someone to do that with as well. <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->Fearing – Ladies fear is the most insidious one
of all and if you don’t change anything else…stop being fearful!!! I’ll let you
in on a little fear of mine. I am dating someone I like very much and it freaks
me out <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> We
haven’t had the “where is this going” talk cause quite frankly I’m not there
yet. Neither is he but I think I wanna have that talk with him somewhere down
the road and I’m not sure how I’m going to go about it when the time comes. I’ve
been pretty fearless with him so far (the sexting alone would melt your eyes <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>) so my plan is to just
keep going that route but I fear the day that I have to have the talk…UGH!!! But
I’m working on it…Work on your fears too and if you have any advice for me and
my fear…throw it my way <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Have a great weekend…we’ll talk again Monday (or before then
if I get so inspired!!!) I have to RIP it tonight and running in the morning…send
me your good vibes!!! <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />Lizziegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11954405755342208016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520405197994290380.post-44686265572036928262012-10-03T11:33:00.000-07:002012-10-03T11:33:02.035-07:00"Uh Mr President, Governer Romney...YOU'RE KILLING ME!!!" So the first Presidential debate is tonight...I can't miss it!!! I'm a bit of a political nut job...I trace it back to Ronald Reagan winning the Presidency in 1980...yeah I remember 1980...I'm 40 though I like to call it 20 with a past life ;) Anyway I was pretty psyched that he won (I was a Republican til I was 17...then I became a Liberal...don't hate...I don't hate you for being Conservative...or a Fascist Anarchist...or whatever your leanings :)) it was my 9th birthday and I was sporting some tres cool Miss Piggy PJs that night...fast forward many years later and I still get sucked into this process every time!!!<br />
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My problem with the debate isn't who will win or whose got the better quips...its how am I gonna fit it into my crazy schedule...cause remember this is my blog...so its all about Wonder Woman ;) Here what usually happens on my weeknights...<br />
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Running the gauntlet goes like this....<br />
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<li>Leave work at 4:50 - thats exactly 3 minutes after my boss leaves... it looks good that I stay later :)</li>
<li>Hoof it to Washington/Wells Brown Line Stop (thats Chicago Transit speak :) ) whilst trying not to get run over by suburban commuters heading the other way towards the Metra (Suburb commute line)</li>
<li>Get on the Brown Line (by 5:08) and go ALL THE WAY around the Loop (City trains go around the city in a loop so thats why we call it THE LOOP)...now you native Chicagoans are thinking..."LIZ, take the Purple Line...its faster"...Yeah its faster and every Northsider knows it too (I live on the Northside of Chicago...the AWESOME side ;) that train is sooooo full, people fall out of it at every stop...rodeo clown cars are less full!!</li>
<li>Get to my stop, get in the car pick up the girls IN A BIG DAMM HURRY!!!!</li>
<li>Run to the door of the school and pray I don't hear the church bells (our neighbor church bells toll at exactly 6pm which is also the end of pick up time...if the bells are ringing so are the cash registers at my daughters afterschool care....with late fees :) its ok...I get it...we have to be there on time, they have lives too. )</li>
<li>Go to the Cafeteria where Mia and Emily have not only taken out EVERYTHING in their backpacks but manage to spread them around the room. While I'm running around helping to collect their stuff I am signing them out...listening for the 11th millionth time "Mom, why do you always pick us up so late" ....ah the Guilt Fairy strikes again!!! </li>
<li>Get in the car...while I'm putting bags away they are both talking a mile a minute...sigh...WOMEN ;)...I swear yesterday my daughter told me about a friend of hers that hit her head on the wrought iron fence while I'm getting us in the car with backpacks, jackets, making sure we don't get run over (this is the city mind you...no parking lots...EVER!!!) and my there but not there brain said "Thats nice sweetie"</li>
<li>Get us home...these two would stay in the car forever but all I have to do is say "Last one to the door is a rotten egg!!!" and you'd have thought the Kentucky Derby just got underway. My oldest LOVES to torture my youngest and has to add "Last two are the rotten eggs" and it never fails..Emily screams inconsolably til I say "Last ONE Mia!!!" this is usually followed by the two of them fighting at the door and my yelling at them to stop it!!! AH BLISS!!!</li>
<li>Ok we are through the door...Emily's job is to pick up the mail but I have to remind her. "Emily get the mail"...."Moooooom why doesn't Mia ever get the mail?!?! I'm holding so much stuff!!!" (she says in a SHRILL whilst holding her lunchbag?!?!) meanwhile I'm trying to get through the door with my bag, Mia's backpack, their jackets, the keys are still in my hand!!! ARE YOU F'ING KIDDING ME EMILY...its in my head but of course WONDER MOMMY wouldn't say that :)</li>
<li>Now we are in....everyone (including Mom) drops everything in the entry...Mia sprints to her room, closes the door and turns on Harry Potter (insert part 1-6 here :)) Emily is off like a shot to the toy room. I gotta get dinner!!!</li>
<li>Would be helpful if we all ate the same food but the girls are PICKY...last night I had Grilled Chicken, Asparagus and some Spanish rice. The girls had Baked Chicken Nuggets (go me for baking them and not nuking them :) ) Spanish rice (they LOVE it) and Green Beans.</li>
<li>The girls set the table..we sit down to eat and we talk about our day (I LOVE THIS PART OF THE DAY...its also where I actually paid attention to the story about the girl who hit her head on the wrought iron fence..."WHAT?!!?" :) Two girls...one Mom...I play moderator "Now Emily, its Mia's turn to talk about her day" </li>
<li>Clear the table...sorta... and go over homework...move around the food that has been left over...then clean off the rest as I go. I was lucky Mia only had Math homework...I'm still OK with 5th grade Math...but this stuff is hard. She and I are also burned out from a long day so we argue (fun arguing to be sure "Mia I can't read what you wrote"..."Mom, maybe you need glasses...you're old"...give her a death look "So is your teacher so you better make this legible"..."Mom my teacher is 23 (WTF!!!! Mommy says in her head ;)) and what does legible mean?"...and the hits just keep coming :) Emily meanwhile is feeling left out so she makes up homework to do to hang out with us...this leads to fight number 103 for the day between the two of them. I am also suffering from the affliction that I call Mia - Emily and Emily - Mia...ugh...would help if they didn't look so much alike!!!</li>
<li>Homework done...time to pick up...HI...MY NAME IS LIZ...I'M A CLOSET NEAT FREAK. My mind cant settle when my house is tore up from the floor up so gotta get that in order. Emily draws, Mia is watching Harry Potter again....though they know I will be hollering out their names to come help pick up!!! House is picked up, dishes are washed...SIGH...What!!! Its 9pm!?!? Time to get Emily to bed and me into my workout clothes. By 9:30 I've read her two stories and she's OUT!!!</li>
<li>Check on Mia...she's on the computer playing dress up Jennifer Lawrence from the Hunger Games...Already in her jammies we play a Design Your Room game on girlsgogames.com (dont recommend the site unless you have a MAC...lots of bugs) I get hugs and kisses and not sarcasm and rolling eyes (She's entered Tweendoom way too soon :)) actually she's amazing...they both are...just this growing up thing is tough. Leave her reading Harry Potter (she goes in phases...all Summer it was Hunger Games, now we are back to Harry Potter) while I go workout.</li>
<li>Thrown Down with Jillian Michaels for 20+ mins</li>
<li>Peel my beat down ass off the floor and hobble to the shower...hear laughing...WTH? Mia is STILL up reading...kid is a NIGHT OWL!! Go in, ask what is so funny...she tells me in an English accent (this kid KILLS me!!!) kiss her goodnight again...she tells me I'm all sweaty...I notice she's scratching her arm (ahhhh eczema you BEEOTCH) get her eczema cream...rub it on her arm...what was I doing...oh yeah SHOWER.</li>
<li>SHOWER</li>
<li>Crawl into bed...deciding whether on not to catch up with Boardwalk Empire on Demand...decide yes because I need to see my MAN!!! Bobby Cannavale, playing a psycho. I'd watch or listen to Bobby do ANYTHING. He narrates books...if he reads the 2012 tax laws, I'm downloading that shit!!! He reminds me of a guy I dated years ago that I let get away so I'm reminded of that guy everytime I see Bobby and it makes me smile...so there :)</li>
<li>Turn out the lights...the party is over...GOODNIGHT IRENE!!! </li>
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So tell me ladies...how am I to carve out an hour or so for Obama and Romney?? Anyone want some cute kids to babysit? I'm thinking it may have to be pizza tonight (for them while I lust after it and eat salmon) quick homework check...super quick baths....Emily is easier with this...Mia not so much!!! And a movie from the Redbox that they can watch together in my room...hmmm good plan...I think..did the A-Team go through this (Love it when a plan comes together :) )?? I wonder. This decsion would be alot easier if Bobby Cannavale were overdubbing both Obama and Romney voices...then I could close my eyes and it becomes debate porn chickawawa!! :) </div>
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HUGS ALL and thanks for the kind words yesterday!!! LOVE YOU ALL!!!<br />
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The Marvelous Mia!!! I am in sooooo much trouble!!!<br />
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The Amazing Emily!!! :)<br />
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Lizziegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11954405755342208016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520405197994290380.post-25070358289847568202012-10-02T13:14:00.000-07:002012-10-02T13:14:17.301-07:00Nice title...arrogant much? :)So I'm driving myself nuts trying to come up with a blog name. My first one was Single Mom in the City...but that just didn't work...too overdone I thought...besides I'm from Chicago :) Then I thought about why I wanted to blog in the first place...I mean we've all got a story right...mine is quite honestly discovering my inner Wonder Woman or rediscovering her. When I was a kid she was my FAVORITE superhero...plus I could identify with a dark haired amazon since I am a dark haired amazon (5'11...holla to all my tall girls out there!!!) Most girls start out I believe thinking they are special and amazing, if they are fortunate enough to have great families who make them feel that way. I think its about fifth grade when girls start to lose that...they lose their innner Wonder Woman to puberity ;) I became a skinny, tall, gawky, head in the clouds, sensitive kid. I won't bore you with the trials of tween and teenhood...needless to say I survived and I'm still smiling...instead lets fast forward to 2009 cause that is where my story really starts.<br />
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In the fall of 2009 my husband of eight years and I separated. It was at that point that I started to reclaim my life. I could trash him in this blog but I won't...takes two in a marriage and besides this isn't his story :) When he left he moved into a smaller place and took what he needed...and the flat screen TV :) (I had to get one little jab in :) ) but he left a WHOLE bunch of stuff ...so I started my new life...by boxing his stuff and putting them in my basement storage. I don't know why but making the closet, all the drawers and basically our home...my home, became my first step in finding myself. Its cliche to be sure, but who was I (oh where hast thou gone Wonder Woman)? Its not a question I had dared to ask myself in a long time. I had been so wrapped up in having very young children, working full time, keeping my family financially afloat, trying to figure out how to make my marriage work that ME was the last thing I was concerned with until ME was all I had left (on the nights my daughters would be with their father) I was numb...its the best way to describe it...not angry, sad, elated...numb.<br />
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I do remember when I felt like I was going to be ok...it was a few months later. My family was never big on Thanksgiving...Cubans don't celebrate it (if they did the pilgrims would have known better and brought una pata de puerco y arroz con frillos :) ) and my family usually ate with friends on this holiday. I assumed my girls would go with their Dad to their grandparents but I got thrown a curve ball. My ex asked me to take the girls for the Thanksgiving holiday because his parents were busy building their new home and weren't going to be able to have it at their house. His sister was going through her own divorce so what now? I remember getting on the phone with my mom and we decided to have our first annual thanksgiving so the girls wouldn't miss out on the holiday :) I love my folks so much for doing that for us. I make fun of them a whole lot...you'll see if you stick with me but I know there is nothing they wouldn't do for me and my girls. If unconditional love is in the dictionary, my parents picture is right there. At first it was just going to be me, the girls and my parents...but it became us plus my two brothers, my brother Jorge's wife (my brother Mario is a forever bachelor) and their 3 grown kids...thank goodness my sister-in-law brought over a ham :) It was one of the best thanksgivings I remember having ever. That was the night I knew I was going to be ok.<br />
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I went to therapy, redecorated my apartment, made friends, rediscovered old friends, went on a date, and then another and learned to breath...in and out and enjoy my life. After a while the years of having my head down and plowing through were gone...I was resolved to enjoy the HELL out of my life!!! One thing though while on the inside Wonder Woman was back :) She wasn't looking at me in the mirror...instead this very overweight version of me was there...not just overweight but out of shape, pasty skinned...the whole package was looking shabby. Still though the changes I needed to make on the outside didn't hit me hard until I was at my parents house one day putting together their very sophisticated new scale. I stepped on it...236.6...WHAT?!?!? that can't be right? At my heaviest I was 226...I can't be 236...let alone 236.6. I had my daughter get on it....73lbs (that was right...she had just been to the doctor for a wellness check the week before) After she left to go play in her grandparents yard I was left in the bathroom sobbing on the floor. My weight was creeping up and if I didn't do something not only was I never going to look better but at 38 my health was going to decline big time. I needed to stay alive for my kids, my family for me and if I was determined to live the best life possible then shouldn't I look and feel the best that I can? These idea were swirling in my head and I decided I was gonna go to Weight Watchers. I had done it before and lost 20lbs in my late 20s...why couldn't it work now. I wish I could say I had the foresight of making small goals as a strategy towards my ultimate weight loss but here is the truth. I was soooooo behind the 8 ball that I could only deal with my weight problem by taking it one step at a time. I couldn't think about how I needed to lose 40lbs at least...ok 60lbs. Literally I went to the first meeting, signed up and then made a plan to come to the second meeting...and that is how it went for a few months I kept going to meetings week after week...and I started losing.<br />
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It was at one of these meetings in the Summer of 2011 that my WW leader talked about exercise...now folks...exercise and me...never have mixed. I had gotten along til my 20s without it thanks to my genetics that made me appear thin. I was now so out of shape that I could only walk :) but there again a funny thing started to happen...my arms got thinner, my legs and thighs started to shrink. It was like "Oh you mean eating less and moving more actually works??? Do people know about this???" I went humming along on this high til the winter...do you know what winters are like in Chicago?!? They suck giant, sweaty, hairy, smelly balls!!! I hit a wall big time!!! In the Sandra Bullock movie "28 Days" she is told that when she gets into trouble with her addiction she needs to ask for help. Asking for help was not in my vocabulary. If I can't fix the problem myself, I can't ask for help...I can put on a brave smile but thats it...this of course is where going to therapy helped. I remember my therapist said "Liz, you need to live a more authentic life...let people in!!" So I did...reached out to my friends on Facebook and boy did they come through for me...and from there I got more support than I ever thought possible and it opened doors I would have never thought of.<br />
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So I've lost 60lbs (going for another 10lbs!!!), I am having the time of my life and I've learned there is no finish line...it just keeps going so why not blog about it cause Rediscovering Wonder Woman is never done...hence my blog title...like it? I promise my next entry won't be nearly as long :)Lizziegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11954405755342208016noreply@blogger.com3