My name is Lori. Although I recently became a mother for the first time, this blog is going to be more than a motherblog since I am more than just a mother. I am somewhat the late bloomer (sounds better than an older mom). I panicked at first, not sure if I can overcome my self absorption and manage taking care of a child. (Apparently, many people felt the same way, since just about everyone I know made the sign of the cross when I told them I was pregnant - Catholics!) But, little by little, I am getting the hang of it and shockingly, becoming more and more momish as time goes by.

I married my husband, shot-gun style January 2005. I was several months pregnant and wore black. My dauther was born in May 2005. We were already engaged and had our wedding planned when we discovered I was pregnant. So, we had to celebrate our marriage the following year, which turned out great, since now our wedding photos include our precious child. (See how very unselfish and momish I have become!) I also have two amazing step daughters, who live with us part of the time. They both have beautiful red hair, so I jokingly refer to them as my red-headed stepchildren on the rare occasions I let them out of the basement. We share our row home with two fat cats, Thai (the hairball king) and Oreo (the nudge).

I grew up in the city and still live in the city. I love the city. I am everything urban. Except, I no longer work in the city. I am one of those weirdoes that leave the city every day to work in the suburbs. I only have a rough idea of where I go each day. I know how to get there and could tell you which exit I get off. But beyond that, I am completely lost. I have been what you might call “urban sheltered” my whole life.

I might mention here that my original major in college was anthropology, so I have a keen interest to “study” other cultures like suburbia. But, my true passion is philosophy and logic. (It was a hard decision, but I finally broke down and switched majors, thus upgrading my degree to the rank of utterly-and-completely-useless.) I now work in computers, which I think was a descent compromise in order to help feed my family.

And, of course, I recently started to blog. I have major obsessive compulsive tendencies, so anything is ripe to show up here. However, a few obsessions have remained constant over the years, mostly my passion for the English language (onomatopoeia is my favorite word in case you were wondering), my insistence that I will someday truly understand the theory of relativity (hopefully without having to master calculus), Jesus (the man, not the son of God) and really good bread (no further explanation needed). I might also mention that my minor in college was psychology and I worked for years with adults suffering from mental illness. Therefore, I know that I am not certifiable, although I recognize it is one mighty fine line. Given the right amount of stress and/or misfortune, I would easily be on drugs.

 

You can now find me spouting out more useless dribbling over at Philadelphia Is My Home!