You Wanna Know About Me?
OK then… brace yourself. And remember; you asked for it.
My name is Lori.
I’m thirty one years old, and
I live a little way out of Sydney, Australia I’ve just recently moved to live in Melbourne, Australia. I always thought I was common-or-garden variety normal… I’m sure that, for a while there, I was. My life has been good fun. I studied to be a social worker, and that didn’t work out; so I ran away to be a clown, and that did work out. At twenty five years old, I met the man I would marry.
His name was Tony, and in the space of five years we managed to squeeze in a lot. We bought a house, moved in to it, became engaged, got married, and had two gorgeous kids in very quick succession.
This blog begun in The Purple House, in the time of the Purple Before, when God was in his heaven and all was right with the world.
On the 6th of January, 2011, everything changed… and nothing has quite been right since.
Things unfolded in a way I still don’t completely understand, and my husband suffered a sudden and violent psychosis that resulted in him taking his own life, in our Purple backyard, while my youngest child and I watched on.
Don’t worry… I never really know what to say after that, either. I guess if you want to know more, the RRSAHM Mental Health page is the best place to start.
We lived in the TinyTrainHouse, in the TinyTrainTown, for a while, and we spent a lot do time in our heaven scented backyard. There’s always been lots of love here… and we started to laugh a bit, too.
Not too long ago, I met The Most Amazing Man In The Universe and he’s… well… pretty damn amazing. He’s taken on all three of us, with all our lumps and bumps and faults. These days, we live in The New House, in Melbourne’s inner suburbs, and we’re currently working on making this blended family a pleasant, messy reality.
In case you’re wondering (I know I would be) the About Me page I wrote long ago, way back in the crystal Before, is archived here.
I still prefer pasta to steak, and cake to chocolate. I’d still choose Billy (Connelly) over Jerry (Seinfeld) and I’ve come to the conclusion that Russell (Brand) is a douche. I like flowers, I like to sleep, I accidentally take good photos occasionally. I listen to a lot of music, I hate bullies, I live on sugar, and I don’t watch TV. I’m a chicken hugging hippy with some serious nanna tendencies who speaks semi–fluent geek.
People like to tell me I am little, but fierce… I got it tattooed on my leg as a reminder.
And this place? This is my salvation. I talk a lot about things other people don’t, and sometimes that makes people uncomfortable. This blog can be a strange place. It’s about life and death and children and nappies and diaphragms and vibrators and grief and loneliness and loss and love and suicide and survival.
It’s about all those things and more.
It’s about the things that make us real.
And, of course, it’s about the jellybeans– if nothing else, it’s all about the jellybeans.
So… come on in. Grab a cuppa, maybe some tissues. This is my life, and it’s a strange place to be, too. But I’m told it makes for interesting reading, and you’re welcome to partake, if you wish…. but don’t say I didn’t warn you.
When your entire world starts shifting beneath your feet, you reach for the only solid object you can see. Like it, or hate it… this blog is my truth.
And I write what I like.