If you’ve stumbled upon my blog, you’re probably wondering “who is this maid anyway, and who gave her the day off?”
Hate to be misleading – especially if you are a maid hoping for a list of fun things to do this weekend. My name is Rita and the title is derived from a long ago nickname based on the Beatles song.
I am a mild-mannered, middle-aged, Midwesterner who loves language, grammar and especially puns. My topics come from a hodgepodge of ideas, most of which I think of while daydreaming while I should be doing something else. I love satire and marveling at the absurdity of the world and its inhabitants. I have more pet peeves than is probably healthy.
I love dogs, travel, hiking, yoga, cooking, iced coffee, mystery novels, edgy TV shows, sushi, 70s disco, 80s punk rock, my husband, and my stepdaughter (not necessarily in that order.)
I hate hypocrisy, unnecessary apostrophes, condescension, lazy people, and jazz (pretty much in that order.)
I was born in Chicago and raised in the suburbs. I now live in southern Illinois near St. Louis, Missouri, but will always call The Windy City home. I work in a CPA’s office by day. The rest of the time I dream of not working in a CPA’s office.
I have no illusions – this blog will not change the world. I have no desire to stir up controversy and will not be baited into serious arguments. I only hope to tell you stories that will make you smile – or laugh if I’m doing it right.