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BY PAM LOBLEY
NEWJERSEYNEWSROOM.COM
NOW THAT'S FUNNY
The hit TV show "Jersey Shore" has started up again, and its ratings are higher than ever. People can't wait to tune and view the antics of Snooki, JWOWW, The Situation, and other fantastically named characters.
My family and I just got back from a week at the beach in North Carolina. Of course, we're not all buffed and bronzed, and we haven't had any work done, unless you count my husband's recent hip joint resurfacing, but nonetheless, I think we're an entertaining bunch. We could be worth a reality show, or at least an after-school special, if only we had nicknames as cool as the Jersey Shore cast does.
The week would start off with me, "Poochy", trying to decide what shorts still fit. I am mired in laundry and last minute errands as I pack boogie boards, bathing suits and a variety of cover ups to disguise my muffin top. The dog, "Barfo" is eating grass in the backyard. We all know what that means.
My thirteen year old son, "OpeningNight", is in the basement riffing on this guitar. He's not playing an actual song, he's just playing various riffs from a bunch of different songs. He's supposed to be packing, but all he wants to bring is his amp. My ten year old, "smashM", is upstairs packing some stuffed animals, a Manga book, and some Nerf guns with plenty of ammo.
Poochy is way behind. I have stacks of folded clothes all over the beds, but I haven't put them into suitcases yet, and we still have to get to the library to check out some DVDs for the long car ride. I take the kids to pool for pizza night, so I don't have to cook, and when we come home my husband is there. "The Business" is watering the lawn. He is watching the sprinkler wave back and forth, no doubt stealing himself for tomorrow's 11-hour drive.
Next morning, Poochy sleeps through her alarm, causing a panic of rushing around. The Business, having loaded most of the car the night before, waters the lawn again while we all get dressed. OpeningNight is ready to go, including sunglasses and cool felt hat for the car ride, smashM has loaded the headphones with new batteries, and I have a mountain of snacks at my feet, cuz I'm Poochy, and that's how I roll.
The drive is fine, and our first day at the beach is perfect. Poochy actually goes in the water, The Business builds a high-end sandcastle, and smashM would rather punch the waves than surf them. OpeningNight gets a text from a hot girl back home.
Tune in next time to find out what happens when it rains all day, how The Business makes a killer Cedar Plank Salmon, and if Poochy will ever finish a book without falling asleep and drooling on herself.
Networks ... are you interested?
