Dog Days

About two years ago, I sat Stewart down to have a serious discussion.  Almost an argument, but not quite.  I had been pushing for a while to get a dog.  Stewart likes dogs, but he’s not a dog person.  However, I made it clear that in the near future we would have to get one.  I never imagined our family without a dog.  It was a dealbreaker.  (Okay, not really, but I didn’t feel I would be “complete” without a dog, and I didn’t want to have any resentment toward him).  Stewart’s main concern was that a dog was a huge responsibility, and would take up too much of our time.  We had two kids that required enough attention as it was, not to mention two cats as well.

Lily

You wanna get what, now? After making us suffer through the babies?

Tuna

Whatever. As long as I can still sleep.

 

I am a dog person.  I love dogs.  If I see a dog anywhere More

Hopes and Dreams and Cleaning House

If The Lorix Chronicles were my home, then I would need to clean house (and possibly add an addition or two).  Thank goodness it’s not, because my real home is a disaster and if I wanted to add to it, I’d have to save up for 13 years to put in a 10-square foot closet.

 

(Isn’t she cute?  She’s all happy about vacuuming and dancing-while-cleaning.  This is the opposite of me.)

However, this blog does need a makeover, so in the next week or two More

All About the Love

The summer before I started my first year at the University of Michigan, my mom told me (warned me?) “Please don’t become a liberal.”  At the time, I suppose I considered myself a moderate-conservative Christian.  Of course, I was eighteen, and who knows who they are at that age?  I knew I was open-minded and wanted to be in a diverse environment, and I wasn’t opposed to the fact I had been accepted to what many considered a school which getting into was difficult.

 

Off I went from West Michigan to Ann Arbor, and, lo and behold, five years later (yes, five years – don’t judge), I left the University of Michigan proclaiming myself a liberal.  I don’t think I More

Remembering

God has a good sense of humor, doesn’t she?  (See what I did there?  Gonna get everyone all fired up).  Last week, I shared that my biggest wish for this school year was to sleep.

And sleep I did.  For about 3 days straight.  Pneumonia, folks.  I don’t recommend it.  God is hilarious.

Okay, enough about me.

Do you remember where you were on 9/11?  I was working at a condo reservation company called Vacation Values, sitting at my desk, when one of my coworkers came in and told us what was happening.  She heard it on the radio on her way in to work.  I didn’t believe her.  I went to my dad’s office, which was one floor below ours.  He had a TV in his conference room.  I hoped I would see that it wasn’t true.  I wish I didn’t turn it on and watch, but I did.  Didn’t we all?  It was horrifying seeing people, on live TV, jumping from the towers to their deaths.  I will never forget that.

The days and weeks following were sad and confusing, but it was the only time I felt like everyone in our country was together.  No one was fighting about this.  Everyone was helping, praying, caring.

Let’s remember that.  We all had our differences, but somehow we managed to come together.

I don’t have much else to say about that, but I thought this video was a fantastic way to remember the people who came together, in the midst of the confusion, when no one even knew what was happening yet, and helped.  Because that’s what they had to do.

 

 

Going to get some more shut-eye now.  Take care everyone, and remember to remember.

Tips, Must-haves, and Favorites (or, “How I like to deflect with humor”)

As I searched Pinterest tonight for “writing prompts for bloggers” (because you don’t ALWAYS want to hear about me being depressed and crazy, right?), I came across this:

Write On: August Blogging Prompts

Write On: August Blogging Prompts

 

Not quite my blogging “genre,” but let’s try it.  And yes, I know it’s September and not August.  Just roll with it.

1. Tips for getting organized for the new school year

Fret and worry.

Get mad at Pinterest for making me feel like a loser mom because I don’t cut my kid’s fruit into various shapes and skewer them together in ROY.G.BIV order, or create a masterpiece in a Bento Box.

Go to psychiatrist, obtain new prescription to stabilize mood.

(Reality check: My husband would shake his head and laugh, because all the above are true AND I also went to great lengths to prepare More

The New Normal

(If you’re new to The Lorix Chronicles, you may want to read this first.)

It’s been a while, hasn’t it?  In fact, it’s been over three years since I’ve written a blog post.  Life got busy, and I stopped writing.  And by “life got busy,” I mean life is always busy, always a bit crazy.  I realized (again!) that even though life is busy and crazy, I need to write.  The internet even told me that’s the career I’m meant for.  How do I argue with that?

So I will write.  I might even finish the novel (and I use that term loosely) I’m working on.  I took a 3-year hiatus from that too.

I felt the need to write again because it’s cathartic for me, and I need something cathartic in my life right now.  See, I’m still depressed.  Not everyday for the last three years kind of depressed, but I have my moments.  They last a week, or a month, or a couple months.  I have been diagnosed with chronic depression.  I told some friends from my old PPD group that I feel like I was lied to.  It didn’t get better!  Of course, in reality, it has gotten better, but when I spiral down More

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