Feminism

Today, I heard the best definition of feminism ever. 

"We work the pole because we choose to. Not because our life circumstances require it" 

Ok, so maybe that isn't really a definition of feminism. 

It made me laugh though. 

(because I have the sense of humor and emotional maturity of a 13 year old)

Lolee

I took a long hard look, at the words in that book..

the light in my office this morning. Pretty, eh?

Where do I begin, people? Where do I begin? 

The things..THE THINGS .. that have been going on here are insane..well..that's probably a bit dramatic..let's see...the things that have been going on here are slightly annoying and fairly mundane! 

Let's do this thing!

1. I had a run in with a cashier named Shamica. I remember her name because I stared at her name tag for 15 minutes during our encounter. I also know that Shamica is tired of her job and; if her manager thinks she is joking, he has another thing coming, because she will quit. He shouldn't even test her. And no, she is not going to work this weekend, she doesn't care what the schedule says. In the battle of Shamica and I, I totally backed down and took my anti freeze and life savers and walked away.

 Score Card: Lori 0 Shamica 1

2. We all know and love that I paid Weasley (my car) off last month. So, you know the devil car wants to start acting up this month. It's not truly content unless I'm pouring money into it some way. But with my dad's advice, some anti-freeze, and 35 dollars to a..questionable.. mechanic, I think I might have won this one! Oh Snap!

Score Card: Lori 1 Weasley 0

3. I am slowly progressing in my six part plan to become a hipster. I am now the proud owner of a number of indie, lesser known songs. Ever heard of "Therapy" by Declan Bennett? How about "More than This?" by Shane Mack?  Or "Don't Sweat the Technique" by Eric B and Rakim? I didn't think so. *Pausing to smugly admire my amazing non mainstreamness* I am totally 15% on my way to hipster status!

 Score Card: My playlist 1 Your playlist 0

4. I could keep going, but I usually stop reading people's list long before item number 4. If you've made it this far, bravo! 

Lolee

300

You guys, this is my 300th post. 

It's probably best that I go ahead and say something super profound. Here we go...

I am celebrating this momentous occasion of my 300th post by staying in my pajamas all day, watching Jane Eyre, Harry Potter, and eating chocolate and pizza. 

I miss home. 

I wish I were with my muffin babies today. 

Lolee

Lunch has been cancelled due to a lack of hustle!

I am bringing you this post from my IPhone.

Also known as my best friend. 

I have some great stories from this week. 

I got called out in CBT training today by a bitter 60 year old man. Boo-yah! Another life goal accomplished!

My intern (# 3 that is) told me more crazy stories about drunkenness, strip clubs, and her cat. 

I gave up the net. (at home, anyway) (if you don't count my phone)

I went to see some of my clients last week and when they saw me they said "This is going to be the BEST DAY EVER!" I encourage you all to greet your therapist in a similar  manner. 

I saw the Lincoln Lawyer. And fell. in. love. WITH RYAN PHILLIPE. It should be a crime to be that hot. 

Lolee

Random Thoughts Thursday: the Sneaky Peak Irish Edition

Why does it always take me until March 17th to realize that I own not even one item of green clothing! 

I feared pinching all day but people here in the South have never heard of pinching someone who isn't wearing green. So strange. 

I had my Internet disconnected. (on purpose, people!) I will actually be returning the modem to my cable company tomorrow. I haven't had cable in close to three years, but I have just replaced one addiction (TV) for another (Internet). 

I now hope to become addicted to reading classic literature and keeping my apartment super clean. 

My sisters are the perfect combination of super hilarious and super supportive. Thanks, cat and eagle. <3, the rabbit. 

Will the real Slim Shady please stand up? And will the pretentious white girl listening to ten year old rap songs at full blast driving through the country side stand up next? 

I wanted to post about my Irish ancestry today. I don't know too much. My mom and sister know more. I do know that my mom's grand mom on her mom's side was born in America (I think) but her parents were full on Irish. So they would be my great great grandparents. 

All of my cousins..literally ALL of them, are red heads. My dad's combination of French/Native American DNA saved us from the ginger curse!

My job is crazy, yo. I'd like to retire now. Which means I'm going to have to fall back on my original plan of marrying wealthy. 

Lolee

Avoid the clap!

Excuse me.

I don't know what you did with your day today, but guess what I did?

I had a Justin Beiber dance a thon.

With 7 Hispanic boys under the age of 10.

Talk about a raging case of Beiber Fever. 

I had no idea it had hit the Hispanic community so hard. 

Anyway, I have got to go.

My first love broke my heart for the first time.

And I was like, baby, baby, baby no. 

Lolee

Your mom goes to college

I have been neglecting this blog. 

Which is a travesty, because I always promised myself that I would tell the world my story.

Instead of blogging
(this is one of the few phrases I always think first in spanish, then english- "instead of", I always think "En lugar de")

I've been adding music to my itunes, eating sherbet,translating documents, chasing down my clients, and setting off the fire alarms in Erin's apartment.

Well, that last one isn't true. 

Tonight my plan is to make a strawberry cake. 

Then take a bubble bath. 

Then play bingo bonanaza on facebook. 

 That's just how I roll, homies. 

Lori Ann 

Yeah, he's a looker, but I really think it's guts that matter most

Is anyone else enraged by the limited release of the new Jane Eyre?

 I looked it up on moviefone to see if it was playing nearby.

The closest two theaters were in Texas and Hollywood.

The song lyrics "well, I been afraid of changing, because I built my life around you" have been running through my head all day.

I swear, God communicates with me via song.

My new favorite drink is the following: concentrated fruit punch, ice, ginger ale.

 It's totally sick.

I have finally discovered a lesser known band that I like. "The Spill Canvas".

 I keep listening to this song over and over again.

I feel so..I don't know..indie? hippie? 

I've just always wanted to be of "those people" who totally just get weird and obscure music. 

I had a crazy awesome lunch with intern number 2 this week.
(although my friendship with her pet is getting strained)

If the cowboys don't win this season of the Amazing Race, I AM GOING TO..get mildly upset and probably forget about it fairly easily.

I have been dreaming about work again.

 What would Freud make of it?
 (He'd probably either fall asleep during the first few minutes of my description "..and then I told her that she can't keep casting herself in the role of victim,then my boss called but my cell phone was a sandwich" or he would tell me "Not this dream crap again, please" )  

I can't think up enough movie titles for my blog titles

. So I am going full on crazy and just putting whatever I want.

 Sometimes, the titles might even match the content. 

You're welcome!

Lori Ann

This Day in Mission History Part 3??

Welcome back to this day in mission history!

 I served two Marches in the mission- one at the MTC and one in the field, so I had to chose which one to put up today.

 Trust me when I say that the content of both was about the same.

Me, raging about a companion.

 Like a freaking psycho. 

In today's entry, I encourage my journal to PRAY for me, that I will get transferred.

 I hope you feel highly enriched and uplifted by today's entry!!! 

Hermana Hinsdale 

p.s.- I think I am ready to dial down my Glee obsession. However, thanks to last nights episode, I can't stop listening to Fleetwood Mac. Which makes me angry because Stevie Nicks gets on my nerves for some reason. 

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn

Oh my gosh. 

I feel horrible.

I have abandoned y'all for my glee fan fiction.

 So pathetic sad, I know. 

I am trying to get the "poor girls fancy" part of this blog off the ground.

 I just can't get into it. 

I want beautiful things in my life, but dang, it is so much effort. 

So, let's talk about my clients instead. 

Ok, so one of my clients got their power turned off tonight.

They have seven kids. 

I went to visit them and I brought them pizza (since their oven didn't work) and I tried to keep their kids minds off the fact that they would be sleeping in a dark and cold house. 

It was so hard for me to drive away and leave those babies.

 I was crying in my car. 

I felt like I was leaving my James in a dark and cold house.

Social work is not for the faint of heart. 

Lori Ann

Ectasy

Ok, people. 

Today's topic is very near and dear to my heart.

Romance novels 

For years they were my favorite form of fiction.

 I still read them, but they are now mixed in with literature, Harry Potter, poetry, Harry Potter, etc.

I usually buy books at thrift stores, because nothing burns me more than paying $7.99 for a book at Walmart or Barnes and Noble, then finding it to be a total waste of time and money.

Books that are only .49 cents don't have the power to burn you in that same fashion.

UNTIL TODAY.

I swear I am going back to that thrift store and demanding my .49 cents back. 

Because of this...

Ok, so I bought this book because the thrift store didn't have anything else even vaguely interesting and I have always harbored a belief that; one day, a rich and handsome man will ask me to travel the world with him.

 Of course, most wealthy businessmen do not require the services of a travelling social worker, but lets not forget that I am also a licensed therapist. 

Which would make this man mentally ill, but whatever. This is my dream, people!

ANYWAY,

The girl from this book is named Suzy.

 Suzy made me hate her so much I kept throwing the book down and screaming, "I hate you, Suzy!"

Behold the evilness of Suzy:

1. Suzy had been married before and widowed.

 Her first husband became disabled in an accident and killed himself a year later, so as not to be a burden on her.

She admitted to feeling a huge sense of RELIEF upon finding his body.

2. Suzy, once having left the town she grew up in, immediately began expressing her disdain for everyone in her town, calling them "provincial" but most especially her family.

She booked herself and her boss (now husband) into a hotel so that he wouldn't have to be subjected to her parents guest bedroom.

She told her sister that she was "the size of a house", complained about her "noisy and sticky" nieces and nephews, and raged at her mother for making them sit down to tea and then later dinner.

 Which brings us to point number 3..

3. Suzy very quickly embraced anorexia during the course of this book.

 Getting steadily slimmer, signing up for excessive classes at the gym.
(all as a response to her boss telling her she wasn't fit)

 She; on several occasions, sneers at others who are eating.

 It's quite disturbing actually.

I could keep going.

 There was her plot to get secretly pregnant by her boss and run away, her side romance with a french Casanova, her tendency to spend large amounts of "work" time tanning and buying knock off designer clothes. 

The hero of this book wasn't much better.

 He had mistresses on every continent, constantly referred to himself as a 'citizen of the world' in a condescending manner, and was so critical of every one's eating habits.

 So bizarre. 

I hope you are all having a festive and entertaining Saturday!!

 I am headed back to bed with my copy of Deathly Hallows. 

Pure bliss.

Lori Ann

I don't think that I'll see her again

I wish there was something scandalous I could post about.

Like how hot our new IT guy is.

Or how I have been hardcore antiquing in my town.

But neither would be true. (well, the IT would. He is hot!!!)

So, instead, I will blog about the weather.

I don't think the South got the memo that March comes in like a LION and out like a LAMB

Because here, mid February come in like a lamb, shorn and ready for summer pastures.

Winter consisted of one week of 2 inches of snow in December.

Don't get me wrong.

I love the nice weather.

 I have been dragging my clients to every park known to man.

It's just...I miss four seasons.

Good thing I only have 92 days until I move home.

Not that I am counting or anything.

Lori Ann

You performed the Patronus charm, in the presence of a muggle

I've spent way too much time gossiping with my clients today. 

While enjoyable, I'm not sure how beneficial it is, from a therapeutic standpoint. 

I wish someone would just pay me to be friends with people. 

That would be sweet. 

My two older sisters are getting together for a nice vacay this weekend.

I hope they talk about me and what I need to do with my life.

I look forward to their observations and advice. 

Lori Ann

p.s.- If you tell anyone else, I will deny it but guess what???? I've started listening to Justin Beiber!  

p.p.s.- I feel like Harry Potter at the beginning of Order of the Phoenix, but instead of coming to snap my wand in two, someone is going to come and take my membership card to the "I am an adult" club. 

Baby, baby, baby NO!