Well I think it's a total disgrace

Once again, TSC is going back on it's word.

We promised not to talk about politics until 2014.

But come on..a government shut down?

I bet both parties are waiting to hear my analysis before proceeding.

So...

Let me; for the record, give up all pretense of objectivity.

I despise liberal ideology.(shocker, I know)

Now here is where I usually go into my whole "well, there is good points on both sides, I am trying to be fair" apologizing for my beliefs song and dance.

Not this time.

Most liberals do not apologize for their beliefs. Because to them, they are passionately held ideals which should not be apologized for.

Rather than passionate ideals, conservatives are painted as having "extreme right wing ideology".

Well, it's my passionate ideal that the government not compel people to buy things they don't want. Do things they don't want to do. Believe things they don't want to believe.

It is my passionate belief that our representatives are there to represent us. Not to make cozy, 'go along to get along' deals that inevitably take us closer and closer to a  Brave New World type existence.

Where everyone takes their soma and sacrifices the individual for the greater good.

My passionate ideals are: 

The less government the better.

The less worshipping at the idols of fairness and equality the better.

The less of a social "safety net" that slowly tangles up and immobilizes large numbers of our fellow citizens the better.

The less Uncle Sam is the dad and provider for our nation's children the better.

The more that can be done at a state and local level the better.

I could go on and on and I know that not much of what I've said is actually relevant to the issues that are happening in the government shutdown.

But like I always say- I write this blog not so much for myself or whoever is reading it today but for my nieces and nephews (or if I were ever lucky enough to have my own children) and I want them to know what I stood for. What I believed.

Not just what kind of crafts I liked to do or how I decorated my Christmas tree.

Once again, one thing I do admire about liberals is that they don't apologize. They don't let anyone shame them for their beliefs. They don't remain quiet or passive out of fear of offending someone.

This is one liberal philosophy I can get on board with.

Lori Ann

p.s.- No matter how much the media spins it, hang in there Republicans! A lot of us are with you.

It's been sure nice talking to you

Random Life updates on a weird feeling Thursday afternoon

I visited my dad in the hospital this morning before work. He had both knees replaced on Tuesday morning. It was so strange. I've seen him in pain before but nothing like this. I have always thought of him as the strongest man in the whole world. I don't like to see him like this.

I have fallen OFF the wagon again. My feet hurt after five mile Monday and I haven't been walking or to the gym since.

The difference between this time off the wagon and the last is that I am not going to stay off for a whole month. I've got to get back on. (Right after I finish these cookies...)

Today was our staff picnic. There was an outpatient and psychiatric table but there wasn't an empty seat. So, I was stuck out in the middle of nowhere with people from the Recovery center. (Drug and Alcohol) I felt like I was sitting with a rival gang.

Today, some of the girls at work snuck a picture of George Clooney in the file of my first client. The back story to this is long, so I'll spare you. But let's just say it involves Rand Paul and a 5 hour psychiatric evaluation:)

Lori Ann

No one sees her at all

So, for every self righteous blog update about my awesomeness, there comes a corresponding crash.

Yesterday was five mile Monday.

Today has been "sleep through my personal training appointment, eat eggs and toast and pretzels for breakfast, almost arrive late to work" Tuesday.

My room is a mess. I haven't gotten anything on my to do list done yet.

Oh man.

I need to get back in gear.

The only silver lining to this disastrous morning is that I have felt so off kilter.

Slumped down on the couch, watching the news, eating eggs and toast, I felt awful.

And that is what my mornings used to be EVERY DAY.

Eating crap for breakfast, lolly gagging around until I had to run out the door.

My old routine is no longer comfortable to me.

I didn't enjoy it. I don't miss it.

I missed walking today.

I even missed my evil trainer.

So...

Who's up for working out tonight?

Lori Ann

Back on the street

Substitute "walking" for running- apparently there aren't any inspirational walking quotes out there :)


I walked 5 miles this morning.

From 6:33 am to 8:14 am.

My legs now feel like lead and my skin (4 hours later) still has a slight chill to it.

Not to say that I have it all figured out- which I completely do not- but this morning was hard and tiring and made me feel like I could do anything in the world.

I used to wonder how people lost weight and got in shape.

 I pictured montages of them, at the gym, running up museum steps, drinking raw eggs...ummm, that's actually the plot from Rocky.

Never mind.

But you get the idea.

 People just got swept away and suddenly it was easy and awesome to be healthy.

I would start trying to do it. 

But the lack of immediate results and lack of "eye of the tiger" playing in the background always stopped me.

 Usually after a few days at most.

But a walk like today made me feel like I can do it. 

Getting healthy is not a 2 minute movie montage but a long series of days where you leave your comfortable, warm house and go out and do something hard.

 And tiring.

 And repetitive.

 And tedious.

As I walked 8 laps around the track today, I had moments of feeling inspired- mainly when my Christina Aquilera man hating music came on- but most of the laps consisted of me, silently pushing myself "one more step, one more step, one more step".

I wanted to quit after 2 laps.

 Then after 4.

 Then after 5 when my ipod said it's battery was getting low.

 Then after 6 when my back really hurt. 

Then after 7 when I thought "Oh my gosh, this is far enough, isn't it?"

Only the thought of walking in the door and yelling "Five mile Monday!" to my cat kept me going.

And I made it.

Happy Five Mile Monday to you all!!

Lori Ann

Standing there by a broken tree

Another Random Picture Post

My hair is officially brown/black.

 Now I need to start doing something with it. 

This is the sweetest, strangest cat known to man

. He is hanging out in my room frequently. 

Katy and James, super supportive of Elly during her soccer game.

 Here they are pretending to be cats.

T and D. They're like gangsters, they cover all the angles so no one can sneak up on them:) 

Elly scored a goal! Danielle was lifting her up into the air in triumph! Go, Elly, go!

I am obsessed with my new pumpkin sweater. Obsessed. 

I spent most of the weekend baking.

 It was fall and festive and it made me so happy. 

Making apple cider for the lazy!

 Step 1- Get some apples, yo.

Step 2: Core them with something awesome like this.

 Try it out on things that aren't apples.

 Live to regret it. 

Step 3: Add this step just because a bowl of sliced apples looks nice and domestic-y

Step 4: Blend all the apple slices.

 Sacrifice a rubber spatula to the process of shoving the apples down into the blender.

Step 5: Behold the pureed apples- then strain with a cheesecloth or really fine strainer 

Step 6: Make about 12 ounces of cider from about 12 apples.

 Ask your dad to try it out.

 Tell him he has failed you as a parent when he says,

 "It's a little thick, you should really try a blend of different apples". 

Me and the Sugar shaker.

  I like this picture because I look vaguely menacing.  

The fall festival dinner table! 

The kids fall festival table!!

It has been a crazy weekend.

 I have gotten every single thing done on my to do list. 

Which happens NEVER.

Also, I have lost about 10 lbs in the last two weeks.

YES!

I am not that far from being thin enough to go sky diving!!

Happy first official day of fall and may you have the best autumn ever!!

Lori Ann

Everything on her list

I can't stop listening to this for some reason.

Maybe because I am in a slight manic phase right now.

 Or more likely because it's fall.

And I feel so energized in the fall.

I've walked every single day this week.

Most mornings at 6:30 am.

 I've met with my trainer twice.

 For two torturous sessions where he literally laughs when I almost start crying.

 I got 30 discharges done at work yesterday.

I feel like I can get anything done that I want to.

 And this weekend I am going to make my own apple cider and bake something and go to the movies and sit on the porch under the stars and finish reading Moby Dick for the love of all that is holy.

 I just feel really happy to be alive right now.

Happy and excited for the next few months of chilly weather and holiday traditions and (hopefully) getting into better shape.

 I'm at a total of 136 lbs lost.

 When I get to 200 total I am having the biggest party ever and then going sky diving:)

 Lori Ann

Has taken it's toll on me

Ok, so I made the mistake of going on Goodreads to find a new book to read.

You know how they do those lists?

Like "spy novels with a villain who is female" and " Classics with a twist" or whatever.

I made the mistake of looking under "Novels about forbidden love".

Which is why I am crying in my office right now.

All of my faithful readers (hey Eri and Danielle!) know that I have kind of a thing for forbidden love stories.

 I thinks it's because I have the emotional maturity of a 14 year old.

This interest in forbidden love stories has led me down some strange paths.

 Diana Palmer novels.

 Amish novels.

 Gay romance novels.

 Gay Amish romance novels.

Basically any combination of two people who society says shouldn't be together- I've read a romance novel about them.

But Forbidden took it to a whole other level.

I downloaded it out of a kind of fascinated horror.

Lochie and Maya are...siblings.

 And while I did not approve of their relationship, that didn't stop me from being utterly traumatized by this book. 

So, in conclusion, I'm not trying to start a dialogue on this blog about incest or whatever.

 I literally keep mumbling, "gross, gross, gross" under my breath...which I should probably stop doing before my next client.

I don't think anyone wants a therapist who keeps muttering 'gross' to everything they say

Anyway...

I'm just saying..

beware the Goodreads Forbidden Love list.

Be. Ware.

Lori Ann