Welcome to my blog. Please be patient with me. I am new at this, and just like everything else I do in life, I am going to jump in the deep end head first, and hopefully wade my way through.

I am going to write about daily observances, in my life and possibly those of random strangers at wal-mart. I want your feedback. You do not have to agree with me. I do ask we be civil to each other and respect each persons individual opinions and thoughts. Afterall, thats I why I am starting this blog. However, I must inform you, my thoughts are the only ones that matter in the end. Hence it is MY blog!

I hope you are able to get a better understanding of the human race from this blog. Ok, Ok, at least a humorous side of human behavior. I am goijg to be brutally honest, I hope you are ready for this.

I am a white trash snob!

It is true! Pick your jaws up from the floor!! I wonder how many of you are too. Admitting this cold hard truth can be difficult. The first step is to say out loud “Hello my name is _________ and I am a white trash snob”

I admit it, at home I let gas fly – even giggle about it. I will squeal with sinister delight, “did ya hear that one, wait until you smell it” (c’mon I know you do it to, you will just not admit it!) .
I wear my hair “pebbles” style atop my head. I walk around in my husbands t-shirts and wear nasty sweat pants. Not a pretty visual.

When I leave the house a entire different and more awesome me emerges. I go out in public, I am the epitome of a snob and a hypocrite. I am well groomed, with expensive clothes, shoes and handbags. My child is always the best dressed one in a room. If a white trash Biotch has the nerve to invade my space with her foul mouth and uneducated speech I will think unkind thoughts and turn in the other direction. But the worse she could do is let me hear or smell one of her air biscuits while she is sloppily dressed in sweatpants wearing her hair atop her head “pebbles” style. I would gasp with shock and disgust. I would roll my eyes to the person closest to me and probably mumble something about her being White Trash!”

I wonder if this is just Human Nature. I am a very kind and generation person. I am non-judgemental regarding the type of house you live in, the car you drive, or how much dinero your significant other makes. But yet for some reason, when I see “that” person who resembles what I look like most weekends, (and secretly wish I could go out in the obviously comfortably dressed state they are in) I become a horrible snob and judge far too quickly. Maybe I should look in the mirror more often. This is something I will work on with myself. If you recognize this quality in you, maybe we can spend some time at a K-mart and try to heal together.

….one last thing: What gives any of us the right to think, even for one second, that we are better than the person standing next to us? We are unaware of their story, their life or their history. The woman with the messy clothes and hair, driving the jalopy car, loves her child as much as I love mine. The person living in the tenement housing projects takes as much pride in decorating their living room as I do. I will stop my snap judgments and hope you all do the same. Let’s greet the public with a smile!