The Dr. Phill Hot Sauce Mom

Gut vuch,

…and a wonderful Saturday night to whomever is reading cause you accidently stumbled upon this while google-ing something else, feel free to stick around it gets good.

First of all, I spent some time reading old posts and it seems I have unsuccessfully attempted to revitalize this blog many times. Therefore I have decided to commit to a post a day. I’m not promising they will be any good. But I will post at least once a day, or try till my upcoming birthday. Then, we shall see what happens.

With so much going on in the world, I feel Its my obligation to share my opinion.

Now, we get to tonights post.

I ask, does this Dr. Phill Mom (Jessica) deserve the ridicule she’s getting?

Come on, my parents used to spank us for less. She is obviously at the end of her ropes and came to him for help. Which means she comprehends that she’s incapable of disciplining that kid. Hot sauce… child abuse? Really? My friends mom used to literally wash her mouth out with soap when she cursed or lied.

The kid lied about throwing pencils at other kids, would you rather she did nothing and he stabbed your kid in the eye with it?

Get over it America… I’m not condoning her behavior in any way, yet I don’t think its anyone’s place to judge her.

Alright kiddies, I'm back!!

Ding dong the witch aint' gone.

After a several year hiatus, I decided I needed to start writing again.

Present my thoughts to an audience of anonymity, or anyone willing to read what I have to say.

Although, this is not for you. This is for me, there is so much going on in the world that I just cant comprehend. Feel free to add your two cents or tell me you don't care. This change of events comes with in days of The worst snow fall I have experienced in my N.Y. timeline. A day after "they" claim pluxi-whatever Phil saw his shadow, (yea, after digging out of 5 inches of snow, I'm sure) and the Chinese news year has passed. For all concerned its the year of the Rabbit (reference innuendo here).

Feel free to read passed posts as they have entertained the masses before you.
Although for all who have missed me, I will update you on my situation.

This neo-chossidish-hipster-thug has found a neo-couch*couch* ex Satmar man, (there is no such thing as as ex-chossid- its in your soul). Hes a hottie, although to be honest the not brightest star when it comes to world news and events. But hes my star and thats good enough for me.

A quick run down of where I've been and what I've been doing then a quick look in to this weeks parsha.

I went to Israel, talked about making Aliya. My mother said I would have to come home (back down south) for a year first. Conned me in to Touro on Tuition remission, I met a sweet heart of a man -who is generally a pain in my butt. You'll hear more about that later I'm sure. He came riding in on his horse with all his oh so shiny armor, packed my things and brought me back to N.Y. where I continued school, got a light case of pneumonia. Took a break from school and started working full time. When that killed my sense of self I decided its time to go back to school. ...and here I am today.

Now, for that brief run down of the parsha.

Moshe send out a list of supplies and the people come together to build a sanctuary for the Eibishter. Or better said, a place for us to connect with the holy one above. However time has proven this place can be in our hearts as well. So stop for a minute in your own sanctuary and praise the holy one above for another day. Cause every day we wake up and function is a miracle in itself.

Later kiddies,

Its good to be back up and running!