So, this is me.

I'm the Suburban Snob.

Now, before you start thinking that the Surban Snob is a Gucci-wearing, six-carat-diamond-ring-having, nanny, butler, chef-employing (you get the idea yet), sort of snob then let me stop you right there. I am not your stereotypical snob. I wasn't the head cheerleader, prom queen boffing the star quarterback kinda gal.

Nope, I'm just the Suburban Snob. Now, please let me explain what this means. Living in the 21st century has taught me one very important thing- we've let ourselves go. Parents have let their children run amuck, homeowners are leaving their beat-up cars on concrete blocks in their front yards, consumers are racking up debt that they will never afford to pay-off....the world is going to Hell in handbasket, as they say.

We all have our heads so far up are rear ends that we don't know which way is up.

Let's get to the point.... if you hit your kids- I'm better than you. If you think that Kraft Mac & Cheese should appear on your child's plate several times a week- I'm better than you. If you buy into the fact that Hamburger Helper makes a great meal- I'm better than you. If your lawn looks like a junk yard- I'm better than you. If you allow your young children to play out in the street- I'm better than you. If you feel that your child and yourself has to be dressed to the "nines"- I'm better than you. If you can't make ends meet, yet you're out buying the newest clothing line- I'm REALLY better than you.

Ok, OK... if you're still reading this and haven't cursed me to death, the Snob will admit one very important thing- I'm not perfect. I'm a thirty-year-old, married, mother of two who cooks like a madwoman, realizes the quality of life and is tired of those bringing the world down. (You know who you are).

I hope to take this blog and share and discuss some of the finer things in life in hopes of breaking you so far down that you finally realize that Kraft is the devil.

See you soon!

The Surburban Snob