Friday, July 23, 2010

The Real Housewives of Atlanta

I've only seen a minute or two of the TV show. It was enough to make my ears bleed and want to poke out my eyes with sticks. I'm a housewife, a real one and I live in Atlanta. I've never been botoxed, I don't host swanky parties and if I ever behaved like that in public I would hope someone would toss water on me, call an exorcist or give me a swift kick in the butt. Not that I wouldn't mind getting botoxed, I am at that age after all.

When you say "See ya" to work you also kiss that regular paycheck goodbye. I was a REALLY good consumer. Shopping was my past time and I did it very well. Stepping away from shopping and spending was one of the hardest things to do when I quit my unnecessarily stressful and well paying job with Clear Channel Radio. I also had to give up things like girls trips to Vegas, eating out 10-15 times a week and the "holy hell" bar tabs from dining out with friends and clients.

I'm the world's most underqualified housewife. I'm domestically retarded. I'm learning to cook, learning to clean, and learning to live a little. I'm finally getting a chance to do all those things I couldn't do when I was a slave to corporate America. It's a trade off. I can't afford to travel Europe, but I am learning to appreciate everything that I can do that won't put us in the poor house.