The Making of Me

About a week ago I discovered the visual snarkiness of Bitmoji. Since then, I've been regularly harassing family and friends via text with my new avatar and begging them to create their own (I've worn down four people so far)!

I'll admit that I impatiently raced through the creation of my first avatar, which is probably why a friend told me I looked Hispanic. So to avoid being mistaken for Frieda Kahlo, I spent a little more time on my second avatar and also actually consulted a mirror (helpful). For example, I assumed that my face was a perfect, 360 degree circle. Apparently, it is not. Who knew?!! Don't all chubby people have circular heads?! I also assumed that I was tan living in Hawaii, and hurriedly selected a shade of brown that looked like Frieda Kahlo had gotten a series of bad spray tans.

So on the second, new and improved version of me, I lightened my skin color a bit, corrected the shape of my brows and lips and made my face less round. Once that was done, I resubmitted it for approval to my friend...who then quickly told me that I now looked too white, and that she preferred the Latina Jolene better.

Because I was now over it, I just went back to a browner me and chose the narrowest set of eyes they had. And...bingo! I got the thumbs up from my friend! (Really, they need a Bitmoji Asian edition. Just like Apple needs a iphone Hawaii edition, which would have an expanded dictionary/vocabulary that wouldn't auto correct 90% of what we type or say.) ;-) But you know...First World, problems, right?

Here's another 'problem' I solved recently-

This summer, with the addition of the three neighbor kids (and the usual 1-2 friends they have over at their house), it's not unusual to have a minimum of about 7-8 kids over at our house, at least 4-5 days a week for 2-3 hours at a time. Needless to say, it gets quite loud. Every time I hear a scream or a cry (about every 3 seconds), I jump. Or panic. Or go running outside to ensure serious injury or death is not imminent. It's gotten a little tiresome, so Rich pointed out that we can do this instead...

...monitor the kids from the comfort of my living room using the security camera instead! In this way, I can continue reading, writing, cooking or cleaning while still ensuring the general, overall safety of the children. 

I made two observations looking at this picture... 1. Our walls are very bare. We have zero decor. And 2. My toes are long. Freakishly long. I've been told by a few older Asians that this is surely a sign of good fortune. However, these were the same  people who used to break women's feet in half and fold them underneath...so excuse me if I tend to discount the Asians thoughts and ideas on all podiatry-related issues.

Okay, I clearly didn't have anything of much importance to say tonight since all I've don is rambled about the struggles of creating an Asian avatar and what parenting in the 21st century has digressed to (monitoring security footage). ;-)

Since all else is quiet on the western front...aloha and good night.