Hinsdale Family Folklore

I don't know how all of you feel about English muffins.

They are kind of the love of my life.

Well, that's probably understating it a bit.

They are my very reason for existing and they get me through bleak, endless day after bleak, endless day.

So, imagine my confusion when this morning, I look over to see my brother eating something that looks strangely like MY English muffins.

"Is that an English muffin?"

(I say this in the same tone someone might say "Why did you kill my baby?")

"Umm..yeah"

Deep breath. Hold it together, Lori. Hold it together.

"Was it the LAST English muffin?"

(I say this in the tone of "your mother better come by and say goodbye to her baby boy because this is it for you")

"Umm...yeah"

I have heard of people seeing red but I'd never experienced it until 5:52 am this morning, watching my brother eating my LAST English muffin.

Unfortunately, while I was sorting through the kitchen knives, trying to find one sharp enough to do some real damage, my dad took him to work.

And brought me an English muffin from Dunkin Donuts.

I just wanted this recorded for my posterity.

Because seriously, some things are sacred.

Family. Country. Religion.

And above all else...English muffins.

Sleep with one eye open, Jr!

Lori Ann

p.s.- My niece Katy got a kitten! It's name changes every hour but it's ORANGE! Welcome to the crazy cat lady club, Katy!

Maybe I never told you

Random Monday Morning Updates

I feel like I am writing such random stuff lately.

 Like I need to focus on more profound thoughts or my feelings about current events.

 But that takes a lot of emotional energy.

 I need my energy for plotting revenge and setting unrealistic goals.

My sister Erin in in town.

 In case I forgot to mention it 100 times.

 She is taking my niece Katy to adopt a kitten from the SPCA today.

 Holy Hannah

. Life is about to get really crazy.

I took today off from work since Erin is here.

 I love having Mondays off.

 Because it's the day I end up doing mostly mental health evaluations.

 And everyone needs a break from administering mental health evaluations. 

I had a sleepover with the infamous Queen Elizabeth last night.

 It involved face masks, sparkly nail polish, camp fire, and talking about true beauty. 

I look so scary in this picture. Yikes!

We had a family slash neighborhood camp fire last night and made smores.

 I forgot my phone so I couldn't take any pictures.

 It's nice to just live in the moment at times. 

It felt like magical childhood.

 The kids were roasting marsh mellow and chasing fire flies and laughing.

 My mom and Jr were singing in horrible accents, my dad was sitting in a wheelbarrow.

 It's moments like that when I find my hatred of summer dimming a little. 

I'm completely off track with my training and I've got just under 4 weeks.

 It's really, honestly time to kick it into gear. 

I went out with the sister missionaries to teach a Hispanic man named Paco. 

It's the first time since my mission that I have gone out teaching.

 It was amazing. 

It's weird how easy it is to go back to the place. 

Maybe because it's similar to what I do every day. 

Talking to people I've just met about serious and important issues.

The sisters told my sister Danielle that we sound alike, have the same laugh and the same mannerisms, etc.

 I pretended to be outraged but I always love it when people compare me to my mom or sisters. 

Ok, so we are going to be back on track tomorrow. 

One more day of fun and craziness and then back to our goals and focused blogging!

Lori Ann

I can always find my way

My sisters don't like when I blog about them. 

Last night Erin kept saying "Don't social media us!" 

But I have to record the story of last night. 

(Despite my very real fear of consequences)

So, somehow we ended up hanging out in my room. 

Danielle was crafting 

(updating her kid's quote boards)

She was making me laugh because she kept saying "I'm going to google how to make felt flowers" and " I have to go the craft room AGAIN? Why don't you have a glue gun in here?" 

My mom confiscated the fabric cutting scissors Danielle was about to use to cut paper. 

"Those are my fabric cutting scissors! How did you find them?!"

I felt like I was 10 again. 

Erin, of course, was stirring the pot.

Telling UNTRUE stories about me. 

Dancing.

Egging Katy on to go downstairs and demand that Grandpa make her a hot dog.

I was the calm amidst all the drama. 

(As always)

I was laying on my bed.

With my stuffed rabbit. 

Martyr like. 

But seriously...

They make me laugh so much. 

Erin kept saying I was 'mad dogging' and 'creeping' on her and also that I have tried to kill her various times.

Danielle was talking about her dream of rescuing orphans from a fire.  

They were intent on getting me onto an LDS singles site. 

They made no effort to hide their thoughts about what they should put out there.

"We have to make her sound charming, not angry like she really is"

"Put the truth about her weight. We don't want anyone to get a bad surprise when they meet her"

"Let's just be honest. It's better that way"

"What DO you do with your spare time?"  "She reads trashy gay loves stories" "We can't put that down"

Then, their selection of guys they thought I might like was interesting.

"Look Lor, he's got three kids and lives in Allentown" 

"This one has got a lot of selfies. You two are good pair"

" Oh no..he's kind of hideous." (whisper)"Don't say that " Ok...Lor! This one is really cute!"

I wish everyone had people like my sisters.

People who make you laugh so hard you feel sick.

Lori Ann

Around the tables you must go

Hey, people.

It feels like a Random Thoughts Friday.

 Extra Incoherent Edition.  

My sister Erin told me today "You are bleeding all over the place" in reference to the fact that most of my clients know I am Christian.

And my cat's name.

And all my wishes and dreams.

And because I made her take me to the store at the crack of dawn today to get cupcakes for one of my client's birthdays.

Whatever.

Doesn't your therapist celebrate your birthday?

People keep using this word  "boundaries" like it means something :)

ANYWAY

I have a 3 day weekend coming up!

I took Monday off since Erin is home.

I AM IN LOVE WITH 3 DAY WEEKENDS! 

There is just something magical about Sunday night, knowing you don't have to work the next day.

I have less than one month to my next halfie.

And I haven't trained in about 2 weeks.

This is now becoming a pre-race tradition.

Get WAY off track and then jam pack about 3 months of training into 4 weeks.  

I am planning to get back on track this weekend.

I don't want to die out there.

Well, unless it's in a super glorious way- like carrying another racer over the finishing line.

While carrying the American flag.

And saving the world from terrorism or something.

Not sure that is going to happen at the Upper Perkiomen Half Marathon or not.

I am concerned about that state of this country.

I don't think this is the 'hope and change' that all my crazy liberal friends voted for.  

But it's not bothering me as much as it would normally be.

My anti-anxiety meds are making me apathetic.

Which I love.

Sweet, sweet apathy.

Only about 5 weeks of summer

(I count September 1st as the first day of fall).

HOLY HANNAH I AM SO EXCITED FOR SUMMER TO BE OVER.

I am more excited for this Friday to be over.

So I can go home and hang out with my sisters :)

Have a great weekend, people!

Lori Ann

Cheers to lunch at night

Erin is home!!!

I always forget how crazy and fun it is here until Erin gets home. 

Here are just a few quotes from her being here about 12 hours...

Erin Leigh!!!

"If you and Lor got into a lesbian relationship, you would totally be the husband"
(to my sister Danielle)

"Yeah, everyone better get their flu shots before they get bitten by an illegal immigrant"

"Don't point your sausage finger at me!"

"You better get this cat to the vet!"

"People are just telling me that you post too many selfies, that's all"

"What are you learning from watching the news? Nothing!"

"You are living the life of a 65 year old woman!"

" I gotta be truthful. It creates safe boundaries"

"Grandpa has been pooping in a bucket"

"Why are you tired? You went to bed at like 8:30 pm!"

"You should be grateful for any donut we give you!"

"Your boy RSimmons was last seen holed up in a cabin with a bunch of donuts"

"Why are you all raged up, juiced up, and chasing the dragon at like 6:30 in the morning?"

"If we were druggies , I would be the pot head and you would be the coke addict"

Erin is the coolest person on Earth, I swear.

Even if she makes me feel like a bad cat mom :)

I got so lucky to get her as a sister.

SO LUCKY.

Lori Ann

The Ginger Snap



Dawn and the love of my life. Kelly.
(the dog I WILL steal from her one day)

Yesterday was my friend Dawn's birthday.

This will, therefore, (after years of family tributes) be my FIRST official, friend birthday tribute in almost 5 years of TSC.

It's a banner day, people!

Here are my very favorite things about this amazing girl on the day after her birthday...

Dawn is so sweet.

She has a very overwhelming job- she is our psychiatric medical assistant and deals with all of our client's medication issues, insurance companies, etc- and we've got like 10 psychiatrists- but there is never a time that I walk by her office and she doesn't say "Hey girl!" and take time to listen to me whine.

Dawn is a feisty red head.

She is actually slowly making me less of a ginger hater.

(Although I am super jealous of her fair 'I look like I am 18" skin. Seriously. Super. Jealous.)

Dawn is thoughtful.

She never forgets any one's birthday or special event.

She is the one that counted down my 1st half marathon with me.

She made me a sign EVERY DAY for like 50 days.

And since that wasn't enough, she organized a big (surprise) celebration, had a giant breakfast, made about 30 Team Lori shirts (which everyone wore all day), had the CEO stop by to cheer me on, had me featured in the company newsletter...you know..just a few small things.  

Dawn is a good mom.

She is at every baseball game, every school function, at the kitchen table doing homework after a long day at work.

She is exactly the kind of mom I would like to be.

Dawn makes me laugh. 

She sends me random emails and texts throughout the day when I feel like I am going slowly crazy.

Last night she sent me this picture.

It's hard to describe the awesomeness of Dawn in just words. 

But I guess what I am trying to say is that she is one of the kindest, hardest working, coolest girls I know.

I thank God for her friendship every day.

I think this is going to be your best year yet, Dawn!

You are an incredible person and such an amazing friend.

I hope you know that.

Lori Ann 

p.s.- The cookie war carried on into Day 2 last night. It wasn't pretty. There were accusations of cookie theft and cookie hording and it got pretty ugly. Also, my mom keeps saying "What can I do for Dawn?" Just be ready, my parents may take to lurking around your house, trying to be "helpful" :)

I'm following in His ways

Do NOT attempt to take cookies from my father. It will not end well.

This is my dad. Eating a giant plate of cookies made for him by my friend Dawn.

 (Happy Birthday, Dawnie!)

(I am totally going to write a post on Dawn tomorrow.

That girl rocks and has survived friendship with me for OVER A YEAR. Unheard of)

ANYWAY

He stopped by her pool on Saturday morning and fixed something. Just because I asked him to.

He was out there sweating. Swearing. The usual.

Dawn kept telling me "I'm going to pay him" and I told her "Don't even try. He will be offended".

I've had my grievances with the old man over the years and I always tell him that he should be paying for my therapy but I will always say that he is my example of true charity.

I can't count the number of times he had done something for someone not expecting anything in return.

 Rejecting any offer of money or thanks.

Never telling anyone what he did.

He used to take the missionaries grocery shopping and would stuff their carts full of stuff and then, when they tried to stop him from paying, he would say "You aren't big enough to stop me".

He mowed our next door neighbors lawn for years (she had a lot of issues) and no one knew. I found out when I happened to see him out there one day and asked him what was up.

Most people don't know how charitable he is because he doesn't talk about it or look for recognition.

There are qualities in each of my family members that I wish I had.

 Ways they are Christlike and such an example to me.

Charity is that quality in my dad.

I got really, really lucky when Heavenly Father chose him to be my dad.

Lori Ann