A recurring theme...

That I suck at blogging. I can barely manage all my other social media vehicles, so why did I think I can even blog? I'm bad at it. The only reason I keep up with FB is that it's on my phone. I tweet when I get bored. Other than that - I am dead to the world. Or maybe my life is not exciting enough anymore to blog about. But anyways, here are a few random thoughts & rants (they may be politically correct....or not).


I was met with great relief when I discovered that I do not know or have had any iteraction with any of the priests on "the list".

I forgot to mention that we have a second furry bundle of joy. Yup, she's almost two now....how easily I forget.

People that get 'panicked' or 'overwhelemed' in the city (Philly mind you, not NY) really bother me. There's nothing to worry about. Just take a deep breath, pause and take it all in. You'll figure it out. This city is (almost) a perfect grid. Miss your street? Don't stop in the middle of the roadway. Just keep driving and go around the block. You'll get there eventually. You probably need to find parking anyways, so keep looping around the block.

Don't tell me you can't find a decent restaurant in the city and prefer your neighborhood fried food diner. WTF are you talking about?? Within 10 blocks of my house, you can find a million (well, not a million exactly...) types of restaurants. Don't make me go to Olive Garden again!

Me just merely talking to you doesn't mean I want to be your bestie. Let's leave it at that.

I happen to think the ladies in my book club are way awesome. They are all so intelligent, well rounded and have taken in the experience of 'life' to their benefit. Everyone should have friends like my book club girls!

Don't ever ask if my jewelry is real or fake. If you know me well enough, you know what it is.

Why do you assume that I'm a bad driver? Asian + woman does not equal bad driver. Stop stereotyping me (then maybe I'll stop stereotyping you). I will run your ass over. (in a good driver way)

I have no desire to move myself to the green grassy knolls of "where the eff am I that there are cowing roaming the streets" to have kids and that infamous white picket fence or whatever the hell they call it now. I will cram my 'not even thought of yet" kids into my city house with two dogs and eat ramen noodles forever to send them to a gawd expensive private school (although I will still buy my oh-so-fabulous shoes).

Following up, no, I have no desire to procreate. I love them little bastards, but only when I can give them back. I love my life way too much, which happens to be fun and fabulous. Kids will only kill that.

Besides that, I will make a terrible little league coach for my 'not thought of yet and don't want to have' kids. I'm too competitive and will get kicked off the field or cursing out the other little kids on the team for ruining the game and not letting my kid win.

Why do people always ask me twice if I want cream or sugar. I DON'T want it. I drink my coffee black (and tar-like). Ok? That doesn't make me a man (which makes no sense, because I know a lot of men who have their 'milk and sugar' with a dash of coffee).

My little brother calls me a whoa - man. That's fine. He knows what he's talking about

Stop asking me for advice if you aren't going to take it. Then I'd have to charge my hourly consulting fee....

No I did not change my last name after getting married. Nor will I ever, so stop asking. It's obviously not a deal breaker since, duh, still married. I shouldn't be forced to change my last name anyways. I happen to like it very much. I've only had it for 29 (almost 30 - gulp) years.

Why do people think something is wrong or I'm sick if I don't have any make up on. I swear I am not that scary looking without make up.

So that's my ranting for today (until tomorrow - or the next day or month or year. Don't hold your breath or you might die before I post again).

Disclaimer:
*don't judge. I know what I do for a living and I don't feel like copyediting and proofing here, so suck it and deal with my lack of caps, spelling errors and funky phrases.