I was born and raised in New Jersey, and I still live there today. Thanks to reality shows, Chris Christie, the tanning mom, and a superstorm named Sandy, there has been a lot of attention focused on New Jersey lately. When I tell people I’m from New Jersey, I get all kinds of questions. Here are some answers to your frequently asked questions:
Off the New Jersey Turnpike or the Garden State Parkway? You need to be more specific. And to save you the follow-up question — no, I don’t know what that smell is on the Turnpike.
New Jersey is the Garden State?
Try some Jersey corn or tomatoes and get back to me on that one.
Do you know Snooki and the Situation?
The Real Housewives of New Jersey?
Don’t know them either.
What about the Sopranos?
You know they’re fictional characters, right? (And no, I don’t know where Jimmy Hoffa is buried.)
My cousin Joe is from New Jersey. Do you know him?
No. While it may be a small state, there are are LOTS of people here.
Is Taylor ham really that good?
Um, yeah. With egg and cheese. On a hard roll. Or a bagel.
Did you have big hair when you were in high school?
No. Just because I grew up in New Jersey in the ’80s doesn’t automatically mean I had big hair. Well, OK, there was my senior yearbook picture, but it was just that one time. I swear.
Why all the jughandles?
I don’t know, and I don’t like them either.
You’re really not allowed to pump your own gas?
Really. That is actually one law I can get behind.
This is my “list blog” for Day 2 of the 31 Days to Build a Better Better Blog Challenge.