Je suis jaloux

ma sœur est belle.

Lori Ann

You are the only exception

It's very rare for me to take a picture of myself that I like. 

But since I went nuts and cut my own bangs I have been taking a million weird pictures a day.

Primarily while I am driving.

 Because traffic safety is important to me, yo.

And behold, I took this picture. 

It's the first time I've ever looked at picture of me and saw any resemblance to my mom.

Which is probably why I love it. 

So brace yourselves, I'll probably be using this picture for everything for the next 10 years or so:)

It's just got real in here.

Lori Ann

I have loved you for a thousand years

 Weird accidental melting candle art.

Doesn't it kind of look like a volcano?

 My living room looks like Mardi Gras now. 

More strange (but glamorous) bang pictures

The Sugar cookie. 

Cuter and more evil every day.

I signed the written notice that I'm terminating my lease as of August 12, 2012.

So, yeah.

I am leaving this apartment and I don't know what that means. 

I am back at a crossroads in my life. 

Maybe that's why I cut bangs into my hair in the middle of the night. 

Or why I went swimming in the rain today.

 (Most awkward but empowering swimming experience ever! I'll tell you the whole story one day.)

It feels like time for a change. 

Sometimes it's good to be single and mostly obligation free.

For all the moments when I wish I had a husband to fix my car, carry up my groceries, replace light bulbs, shovel snow, keep my feet warm, etc..

It's moments like this when I love having the freedom to make all the big decisions on my own.

Some things in my life are ending.

 Forever this time.

And some things which I've kind of let go, I find myself wanting back. 

(I delight in being cryptic.)

Anyway, I've got about 6 weeks to figure out what I'm going to do.

 I'll keep you posted.

Lori Ann

Hipsters and such

So,

Having my sister Erin stay with me has been so hilarious.

Yesterday she told me that you couldn't be both chubby and a hipster.

She makes me dinner every night. 

She entertains the Sugar cookie. 

It's been so amazing having her here.

She went home to my parents this weekend and I stayed here to hang out with the Sugar and my friend Jenny.

It's not the same without her:)

See you tomorrow for some ice cream and netflix, Eri.

your Irish twin,

Lor

Bang, Bang

 I did it, people.

I murdered a homeless man.

I cut my own bangs.

 Oh man...no one let me have scissors again after 10 pm.

 And don't let me believe when YouTube says it "easy and fun".

Here's to the era of bangs!!

Lori Ann

The Insane Ramblings of a Whiny Younger Sister.

Memorial Day Weekend in Pictures

Danielle and Elly having a spa night.

 Katy later ate the cucumber slices, like the wild creature that she is!

It was hot and rainy all weekend.

 I swear PA has a monsoon season.

 Is summer over yet?

The "Ratters" as Aunt Erin has taken to calling her.

She was extra wild this weekend! 

The War memorial we take flowers to every year on Memorial day.

 It's so peaceful here.

The cross of flowers wasn't ours.

 We put blue American daisies.

 Elly's choice.

 Simple, but beautiful. 

It's in this cemetery.

 Which has soldiers buried here back through every war since the American Revolution. 

The graves on the other side are all faded and written in German.

Me and the Ratters.

 I photo shopped us.

 I love how it kind of looks like we are glowing and/or melting. 

Hasta manana, locas!

Lori Ann

Sugar Rush

Over the last twelve hours I have texted my sister Erin all of the following photos. 

When she says stuff like

"Never call me again!"

and

 "I'm going to change my number, I swear I am!",

what I think she means is

 "I need more Sugar, keep those pictures coming".

On a completely unrelated side note, I am back to reading my straight romance novels again.

 Oh yes, I took a strange foray into male romance novels.

 I'm sure this surprises no one as every other post is about my love of gay men.

I just didn't find them that satisfying.

 No one was a duchess, hiding from an arranged marriage, pretending to a be a governess.

 And no one was a spinster wall flower, who somehow makes a wicked earl fall in love with her.

 And no one was getting secretly pregnant with a Greek billionaire's love child. 

Everyone was a cowboy.

Or a cop.

Or sometimes both.

 And once a demon.

Yes, a demon.

Surprisingly enough,

 a (demon)cowboy dating a (red headed) cop isn't as romantic as one might assume. 

(Don't worry. Caleb ends up changing into a human at the end.  Because Jake's love saved him.)

Anyway, Sugar and I have to go to bed now.

Well, I have to go to bed, Sugar has to trounce around the bed and try and keep me awake.

Lori Ann