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February 25, 2011

Hi.

It’s me.

Loralee.

You remember me, don’t you?

I’m that dorky redhead with OK eyes, a prominent nose, and killer ‘reclaimed bosoms’ that occasionally likes to don ninja masks and dork around online in this space?

Yeah, her.

I’ve been sitting here staring at this blank screen and blinking cursor for the good part of three hours.

But nothing comes.

Nothing.

The good news is that my mom was recovered enough to go home this week.

The bad news is that I feel like…like…

MEH.

(You know that ‘Houston’s got a problem’ when you wake up in the morning and your only overwhelming desire in life is for it to be night time so you can go to bed again.)

It’s not wretched or horrible. No one has to talk me down off the ledge or anything. I’m just in a cycle and in burnout mode in most areas of my life.

The fact that I’m feeling human enough to come here and write something about feelings is a very positive thing. (SING WITH ME! FEEELINGS…WOAH, WOAH, WOAH…FEEEEEEEELINGS…) (You all have that song stuck in your head now, don’t you?) (YOU’RE SOOOOOO WELCOME!!!!!!!!)

At least I haven’t lost my sense of humor. ;)

Anyway.

I feel really tired of some things.

I tend to be of the “THAT’S GREAT!” mind set.

I tend to think that people, places and things are automatically good and likeable and supportive and good for me.

And really…I don’t think that is the case if I REALLY sit down and examine them.

Something’s gotta change.

I think it’s time for me to really sit down and evaluate the things that are worth keeping in my life and the things that are not. I expound an enormous amount of energy and emotion and I am not sure that a lot of it is going to the wisest places. I think that it is more than high time to brutally think about the things I deserve and want out of my life and cut out the things that are giving me sucktastic Return On Investment.

Some things just aren’t worth it, you know?

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Getting a psychic reading

February 20, 2011

I have a confession: I dig astrology.

I find it intriguing and pretty darn entertaining.

For whatever reason, I find that the characteristics belonging to astrological signs can be weirdly accurate in most people.

I am pretty much the epitome of a Scorpio (with the exception of being logical. Nope. That is not me at all. Pretty much everything else applies, though.). And weirdly, if you look at the romantic pairings throughout my life, my most fascinating and long lasting pairings were with my polar opposite sign in the zodiac: the stubborn-as-all-GET-OUT Taurus. (Hello, Mr. Looney Tunes. There is a reason that their sign is a bull, people.) Meh, I like a challenge. I work WELL with people who tick on a polar plane. And it keeps life interesting. And besides, (According to Wikipedia) “Scorpio was a dear friend of Taurus the bull, who was hunted and killed by Orion. In retaliation for his friend, Scorpio stung Orion to death, but was crushed beneath the hunter’s feet when he thrashed about in his death throes. All three were then put into the sky by Zeus so that their story would be remembered.”

I’m not saying that I say things like, “Oh, I’m in a bitchy mood because this planet is in retrograde.” or chart my daily activities by what my horoscope says or whatever. (Which is actually a pretty good thing because as a Scorpio, my horoscope usually consists of things like “YOUR EMOTIONS WILL EXPLODE ALL OVER EVERYONE AROUND YOU LIKE MOUNT VESUVIUS!! BEWARE THE PERIL!!!!!!) (You think I’m kidding but try being a Scorpio.) (We’re a FEISTY breed, y’all. Pretty much as passionate as it gets but good Lord you do NOT want to piss us off.) (We may be a handful but we have really great points to us that make up for a lot.) (We’re also known for not being too bad in the sack.) (Just sayin’.)

ANYWAY…

I had a psychic reading on the phone the other day.

I’m sure that some reading this perked up a little with curiosity and/or interest, some had your eyes roll or glaze over and others probably just muttered, “W.T.F, Loralee?” but it’s true. I have an interesting job. Working online means that sometimes I get to to some really intriguing things.  I get to work with great people and great brands and sometimes I just get interesting DM’s from friends that say, “Hey! Do you want to talk to a psychic?”

And really? That one was just too damn interesting to turn down.

I’m not sure how I feel about psychic ability. I believe that people are sensitive and intuitive to things. Hell, I have a great online friend who is a practicing psychic and she is an incredibly wise person that has given me some great advice (and helped me find my keys once). I also believe that there are a great many people that are full of craaaaaaaaap and trying to make a buck off of people.  But, I don’t put everyone in that pool at all.

So, I went to hollywoodpyschics.com, read through numerous psychic profiles. That was probably the most interesting part of all this is figuring out who I wanted to talk to. Their set up is pretty cool. You can choose what you’re looking for and their bios and customer reviews and it tells you if they are available to take your call. After careful consideration I chose one. I picked my psychic for her high customer ratings and because she had the skills that interested me most and all her reviews said she didn’t waste time and was pretty dead on (I was on a limit people! Time is money, ya know!). I entered the PIN number of the complimentary code that my blogging ethics and the FCC require that I disclose paid for the call and I dialed.

I have to admit, I was a bit nervous.

She picked up the phone and immediately asked me my name and birth date and then she asked me if I had any questions. She was friendly and I immediately felt at ease.

I told her that I would rather just hear what she had to say.

She asked me a question that pretty much floored me.

Like, stunned me to my effing TOES.

And OH, how I wish I could share it with y’all but it’s part of that section of my life that is completely off limits to the Internet.  And it was a question that was so NOT something that you would lay out there to fish for information. Just know that the fact that it was the first thing she asked and so mind-bendingly ballsy and WILDLY INAPPROPRIATE to just ask a total stranger did weird me out a bit.

But there is plenty of stuff she said that I can totally talk about.

I said nothing for most of the conversation, I just let her talk and tell me what she was thinking and she was fine with that. I did say things, “Talk about money” (it is going to be fine for the next bit) but really, that was it.

She told me that if I wasn’t working as a writer it was a pity because I, “had so much to share that will not only help but also entertain people.” (Which, you know, was kind of cool.)

She told me about some people that have left my life and that it was a really positive move and that my life is full of twists and turns but in the last few years I have really started to figure things out and have begun to come into my own. She did say my life was a bit tough right now due to circumstances beyond my control but that I am someone that can take it.“Basically, you show great resilience to adversity. You may not do it as seamlessly as some but you stay standing through things that would bring down most people.”

I think of everything she said that was honestly the most intriguing. And it was comforting, I’m not going to lie. I have been through a lot and man…I don’t feel like I handle it well, I’m just grateful to get to the other side of it intact.

Basically, she was a whole bunch of fun and at the end as we talked a bit, she was pretty damn wise and understanding but also logical about her advice. And really, it was really great talking to her.  I can see how people form relationships with their psychics.

I don’t ever recommend doing something like this out of desperation. (I’ve NEVER been inclined to consult a psychic about Matthew, for example). What you believe is your business but I would go into this with the purpose of the disclaimer, that it is for entertainment purposes or if you just want to bounce some things off of a person that has a lot of skill in talking to people and good insight, which she really did.

It was a good time.

I had fun!

So, what about you? Do things like astrology or psychic ability intrigue you on some level?

Stumble it!

Rant.

February 16, 2011

I am huge fan of advice columns and have been ever since I started reading the paper as a little girl. As the daughter of a newspaper man, I grew up reading 3-4 papers a day and the advice columns were always one of my favorite things to browse.  One of  my favorites, of course, is  Ann Landers (now known as “Annie’s Mailbox’).

Today I picked up my paper and read this:

Dear Annie: My son showed me the Facebook page of a 20-year-old acquaintance who is expecting a baby with her boyfriend. An ultrasound showed that the baby was seriously brain damaged and would likely die at birth. This gal named her unborn baby and created a website journal of her pregnancy. Some of the entries were about her doctor appointments and shopping for a funeral home. Others were rants about fights with her boyfriend and his forays with other women. I was appalled at the publicizing of such a heart-wrenching, private situation. Am I just old-fashioned? -A private person

Dear Private: The fact that something so personal is put into cyberspace and broadcast to everyone is, unfortunately, a common occurrence these days among young people who have no concept of privacy (or good taste). What used to go into a locked diary is now fodder for the world. However, this girl is going through a sad and difficult time, and sharing her story undoubtedly brings her comfort.

To say that there was steam coming out of my ears is an understatement.

So, I thought I would take a bit of a stab at giving a bit of advice to these two individuals myself.

Dear Private: This isn’t about you being old fashioned, this is about your total lack of compassion. You are more concerned that this woman talks openly about her “heart wrenching situation” than the fact that she’s actually experiencing it?  I am so sorry that you had to have your delicate eyes subjected to reading about the pain and anguish of a very young woman who is not only carrying the baby of a philanderer but is also going through it with the sure knowledge that this baby will die.  Perhaps this is news to you, but not everyone handles things the same way. My advice? Stay off the Internet and be grateful that you still have a son that is living and breathing.  If you’re worried about public appearances, why don’t you save your judgement for something that makes you look like less of an asshole? Or even better, take your spare energy and do something kind for this girl. I guarantee that she needs it.

Dear Annie: What an answer. Pardon my French but it really sucked. For one, you probably make a tidy income with people writing in the personal details of their life and putting it up on a nationally syndicated arena, so pardon me if this seems a bit pot and kettle to me.  You also seem to be right up there in compassion with the letter writer and completely uninformed about the true theraputic benefits of writing and also blogging. I am not about to say that teens and people in their 20′s shouldn’t be cautioned about the things they share with the world. Employers comb social media looking for bad behavior from applicants and things like writing about heavy partying, nudity online and gratuitous language are all things that should be cautioned about. Writing utterly intimate details of your life doesn’t come without cost or can be in poor taste but in cases like this I weigh that with the needs of someone going through significant trauma, grief and stress.  This woman is going through hell and will likely go through more and it is up to her to decide how she process it. If she wants privacy, that is fine. She can stay private. If she needs to tell her story to help her cope. Nobody is hijacked into reading it. She has the right to write it, they have the right to click off her page or unfriend her.

Look, I know that I have much looser boundaries online than some.

I’m a personal blogger, which means I share my life online.

I talk about things that are tough to talk about.

I say things that make some of you blush, cringe, or go, “Wow, I can’t believe you posted that.”

Sometimes I wish I was the type that kept things close to the vest, didn’t have as many emotions as I do, was a cooler and more reserved individual and most of all…that I handled the death of my son better than I did.

But I do know this:

Having this place and talking about Matthew and the grief and devastation that it brought to not only my life but the people around me helped save me.

Literally save my life.

Don’t ask me to articulate why writing and sharing my story has helped, but it has. Also, getting support of other parents who have suffered child loss has been tremendously helpful. I have a support system 24/7. Not once a month in a hospital room. INSTANT. And when you are grieving, that is often what you need.

If I had this forum when I was in the depths of despair and hit bottom after Matthew’s death, I do not think I would have broken as completely as I did.

I get weary of the criticism given to grieving people for talking about their suffering online.

It pisses me off.

I’ve seen it done to others and I’ve experienced it myself.

If you’re one of those that feels the urge to be critical of someone going through grief online my advice to YOU is this:

Unless you’ve walked the walk and had that level of grief in your life just shut up, click off the page, and be happy that you haven’t lived through that hell yourself.

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