First it was the Real Housewives of Orange County…with their dark tans, blonde highlights, botoxed beauty and let’s don’t forget size DDD breast implants. Then it was the Real Housewives of New York with the Yenta, the Social Climber, the Countess and the requisite Single Girl Making it all Work, followed closely by the Real Housewives of Atlanta with their big hair, long acrylic nails, enormous houses and an even bigger affinity for drama.
Topping it all off is this year’s entry in the series…The Real Housewives of New Jersey. This one is by far my most favorite and I really I don’t know why. Yes, their houses are bigger than the wives of Atlanta and their fortunes appear bigger than the wives of both NYC & the OC. But I think what intrigues me most about the The Real Housewives of New Jersey is that they are just soooooo over the top and yet, are completely oblivious as to how their excesses are perceived by those of us not fortunate enough to have a lifestyle funded by mafia money. Their days are filled to the brim with such things as getting their hair done, renovating their mansions, pushing their exceptionally untalented children into acting careers or making pasta for their spoiled and still at home 20-something kids. Boy do they make a lot of pasta on this show. I haven’t seen all the episodes because Bravo TV has not yet imported the series into Canada, so I can only speculate on what I’ve seen while traveling to the US. Suffice it to say, I was hooked on the first episode and just like when I am craving something salty or sweet or starchy, I just cannot get enough of this show. Please, Bravo, please - ditch the 3 year old reruns of the Housewives of the OC and bring us the Jersey girls! I'm begging here!
So, while I was ruminating on The Real Housewives Of (fill in the blank) series, it occurs to me, that what with my under-employed status, that really? what I am? Yes...you've got it. I'm The Real Housewife of Oyster Bed Bridge.
Here in the OBB I don’t have a big house…just a ghost. I don’t have DDD breast implants but I do have enough excess baggage on my ass, that if it were transplanted to my breasts would make them EEE. Here, I don’t believe in acrylic nails, instead I spend my time cleaning the dirt from the garden out from under my nails. In the OBB the biggest drama I have is whether or not the one who rides the John Deere can get the grass cut before the next rain storm. In the OBB I don’t have hair and make-up artists at my beck and call. Instead, I roll my own.
