Last week, Jason emailed me the link to an article in the Washington Post. A blogger had an article written about her take on living in Suburbia (a place she has dubbed (Snoburbia). Check it out here: http://blog.snoburbia.com/
So, I read the article in the Post, then started reading the Blog. I must admit, I started reading both with a clear vision of who the author was referring to, and believe you me, never in a million years did I think it would be my family.Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit. I, evidently, live in the Snoburbs (oh, and for those wondering how to pronounce it, it's SNOB-urbs). I blame Jason...and his brother's family.
One of the tell-tale signs that you live in Snoburbia is that you vacation in the Outer Banks....and then put an OBX Sticker on your car. Up until four years ago, North Carolina was merely a blip on the map in my way when I was trying to get to Florida. Then, Jason's brother and his wife said we should go to the Outer Banks for vacation. I was skeptical...I mean, I live 90 minutes from some lovely beaches in Delaware. Why in heaven's name would I want to drive for 64 hours* to get to a beach? (*driving time estimated only)
But, I agreed...to a vacation with Jason's Family...brothers, sisters-in-laws, parents...(and by the way, Jason didn't even get to go. He got sent overseas with work. That is a blog in and of itself. Trust me).
Have I mentioned how much I hate to drive? I'm not sure if I have, so let me just say this, I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate driving. I especially hate driving in a strange place; not to mention with a car full of kids to boot.
So, we get there, and I fall in love. I heart OBX (except for Ocracoke Island - I'll save that story for a rainy day). Now being a fool for stickers (which I know I have related my love of), I buy an OBX sticker and slap in on my minivan. In my constant quest to not totally blend, I don't get one of those oval black & white stickers. Nope, mine is maroon and has a lighthouse. But I love it just the same. This summer will be our fourth summer there. I can't wait.
Back in Snoburbia, there is another tempest in a teapot brewing. This one has nothing to do with vacation destinations, but with pets. Dogs, in particular. Families in Snoburbia aren't content with Labs, Mutts, or any dog you have ever heard of. Snoburbians like "unique" breeds of dogs...like the dog Jason picked out, our Belgian Malinois, JoJo. I do have to admit, though, unlike the person skewered in the Post Article, Jason actually gets a kick out of people recognizing that JoJo is not a German Shepard...or a Mutt.
After reading the article, and the blog, I called Jason to let him know I have read up on Snoburbia. He said, "it's totally us."
Hmmm...I guess I'll be better prepared to address that after I eat some Nutella.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Can you hear me now?
I realize it's been a month of Sundays since my last blog post. I'm sure y'all have been weeping into your Wheaties wondering when I would write again (man, that's a whole lotta w's in one sentence).
Today is your lucky day. I'd like to start off by thanking everyone who has said nice things about the blog...whether you meant it or were just being polite. When I started this blog, I figured the only people who would read it would be my mom (because stuff like that is in the Mom contract), my sister (to make sure I wasn't talking trash about her), and my BFF. Anyhoo....enough mush, and onto the meat and potatoes.
Last night, one of my precious angels told his father to shut up. I know! Had it not been for my bionic ears, I might have missed it. Jason sure did. Said child had been asked about a quiz, and since said child had been playing video games instead of studying, the boy child couldn't tell Jason what the quiz was on. Jason made a comment about needing to study more, and as the boy stomped up the steps, I heard him mutter, "shut up."
Well, now...the one thing to set me off is muttering. I loathe when my children mutter under their breath. Because, really, I know it's usually something not very flattering about me.
I made the child come stand before me, and I asked him point blank if he told his father to shut up. (Do these children never remember I have bionic ears? I can hear all sorts of things they don't want me to). He looked at me and said,"well, you don't want me to lie, do you? Yes, I said it." Now my first reaction was to wash his mouth out with soap...but before I could, Jason sent him back upstairs to study.
We called him down later, and we took away his cell phone, video game & computer privileges. I must admit, I was a little disappointed in his lack of reaction. I was hoping for some drama to add fuel to the fire. Oh well...maybe next time.
Because there will, of course, be a next time. With four kids, there is ALWAYS a next time.
Today is your lucky day. I'd like to start off by thanking everyone who has said nice things about the blog...whether you meant it or were just being polite. When I started this blog, I figured the only people who would read it would be my mom (because stuff like that is in the Mom contract), my sister (to make sure I wasn't talking trash about her), and my BFF. Anyhoo....enough mush, and onto the meat and potatoes.
Last night, one of my precious angels told his father to shut up. I know! Had it not been for my bionic ears, I might have missed it. Jason sure did. Said child had been asked about a quiz, and since said child had been playing video games instead of studying, the boy child couldn't tell Jason what the quiz was on. Jason made a comment about needing to study more, and as the boy stomped up the steps, I heard him mutter, "shut up."
Well, now...the one thing to set me off is muttering. I loathe when my children mutter under their breath. Because, really, I know it's usually something not very flattering about me.
I made the child come stand before me, and I asked him point blank if he told his father to shut up. (Do these children never remember I have bionic ears? I can hear all sorts of things they don't want me to). He looked at me and said,"well, you don't want me to lie, do you? Yes, I said it." Now my first reaction was to wash his mouth out with soap...but before I could, Jason sent him back upstairs to study.
We called him down later, and we took away his cell phone, video game & computer privileges. I must admit, I was a little disappointed in his lack of reaction. I was hoping for some drama to add fuel to the fire. Oh well...maybe next time.
Because there will, of course, be a next time. With four kids, there is ALWAYS a next time.
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