My (Dynamic) So Called Life

There’s no hiding that shit has gotten real for me over the last few months, but not in a bad way. Divorce has been incredibly hard, but I’m definitely reaping the rewards of my new adventure.

I have a great new place in the city, a full-time job that is not only rewarding, but entertaining as hell (wait for it). Lucas is adjusting well to splitting time between his parents. And last, but not least, Baxter is LOVING being an only dog, again. Sorry, Mr. Bojangles but sometimes creatures get along better when they have a little distance between them.

See what I did there?

Every day is a new experience. This sounds super exciting and it is. However, becoming newly and completely independent can also be exhausting. On days like today I come home after working a twelve-hour shift at the jail and I feel like my autopilot is on autopilot.

Let me drive this point home for you a little more. Last night, I responded to a voicemail that I had already responded to two weeks ago with zero recollection AND last week I responded to an email from a dear, old friend that she sent me in 2015. Don’t ask. My autopilot’s autopilot is unavailable for questions at this time.

I love giving millennials a hard time about well, everything but I’d be remiss if I didn’t take a step back and acknowledge my own flaws as a mid-lifer. You heard me. I just publicly accepted the fact that I’m a mid-lifer. #thestruggleisreal #thoughtsandprayers

Life is challenging whether you’re embarking on your high school graduation and feeling like time has run up on the age old question, “What are you going to be when you grow up?” or you’re adapting to new issues by deciding to just keep the bottle of Tylenol on the bedside table because it saves you a trip to the medicine cabinet. The good new is that we’re ALL super terribly flawed humans who are destined to screw things up from time to time.

However, I will not let my screw ups limit, or define me. My goal is to be remembered not by my accomplishments, but by my recoveries.

Lucas Cub scout

Lucas at Cub Scout Advancement ceremony

Lucas kangaroo

Sunday Fun Day at the Nashville Zoo


Every problem seems small when you’re surrounded by amazing friends.

A Healthier, Happier Me in 2013

Can I be frank for a moment? 2012 kind of sucked for me. There were ups with the downs, but a lot of downs nonetheless. That’s not to say that I didn’t experience some wonderful things in 2012, because I did. Every day that I wake up and have my amazing family and support system around me is a gift. That doesn’t, however, erase the shitty things that happen. It doesn’t make them disappear.

“But Lori, this is your humor blog. Where’s the humor in this?”

I’ll get to that, but I first want to explain why at times it has been difficult for me to find the humor in day to day life and write about it. Without getting into too much detail (I do have a little dignity. See what I did there?) suffice it to say that I went through struggles in my profession that led to struggles with my health. It was a very dark time. The good news is that I feel like I’m on the mend. I feel more like myself than I have in several months. I have a lot of people to thank for that and they know who they are.

After working hard to be better and attaining it I realized that it wasn’t enough. I wanted to be at my best. So in an effort to be my “best self” I’ve drastically changed what I put into my body. That’s right. The Wescott’s have gone organic. Not quite vegetarian, but close. Don’t worry, though. I’m not going full-on hippy, and for now I will continue shaving my armpits. I’m also going to yoga a couple of times a week and just feel better in general.

After two weeks of my healthy lifestyle changes I felt great and was able to fit into a pair of my skinny jeans. I was so excited that I asked Luke, “How do I look?” He responded with, “Hang on. Wet me get my crayons, markers, and gwue. I’ll be right back!” I’m guessing he saw room for improvement, and that’s ok because I plan on improving. A stronger inside and a stronger outside.

Long story short, thanks for hanging around for the not-so-regular posts, and for allowing me to bend your ear. Good things to come.

PS: People fart in yoga- like a lot.