Meet the Villettes: Jersey
Finally, the profile everyone has been waiting for -- our last installment of Meet the Villettes: Jersey. As is often the case, the best has been saved for last. Also, since Jersey is our only blogger (with the exception of Kaiser), we couldn't help it. And we couldn't expect her to write her own profile, now could we? Jersey would be much too modest about her many accomplishments. So we just had to bite the bullet and get off our rears stop reading long enough to do Jersey justice.
Wait, you say that's not Jersey but ace reporter Katherine Hepburn in "Woman of the Year"?
Same thing. Only Jersey is cuter, her quill sharper, and her newspaper columns more popular. She even gets fan mail from around the world.
As insightful readers may have guessed, Jersey is from well...Jersey. But not just any part. The nitty-gritty part. Trenton. The town that makes what the world takes ... as Jersey is fond of reminding us. That's what makes her such a tough reporter. That and the disgusting Taylor Pork Roll she keeps threatening us with.
Her newspaper column makes local mayors and city councils quake in theirfilp-flops boots. And keeps them honest. And has brought justice to many (especially when the Dancing Bears -- as she is so fondly refers to our elected leaders -- keep their heads in the sand).
Did I also mention that Jersey honed her formidable newspaper skills at a big-time Washington newspaper? And that she spent a couple of years writing for the Irish Press (in Dublin, no less)? During "The Troubles." She even risked her life associating with wanted IRA members -- all in the line of duty.
But, deep down inside our tough reporter is an elegant, sensitive soul who can do it all: manage deadlines; take loving care of two smart children (both in college), a "judgmental" husband (it's his livelihood) and 3 poodles (obviously restraint is not one of her virtues); and exercise like a demon (did I tell you she's getting ready to run a marathon?!). Not to mention host fabulous book club meetings with yummy food, a beautiful table, great wine (not that we care about wine), and riveting conversation. OK, so she does use the occasional Reddi Whip -- but she's from Trenton, so whaddya expect?
And about her husband. He's a model book club spouse: he grills, cleans, serves wine, and actually reads books (just not ours).
The Villettes count on Jersey to keep us honest. No sneaking in any male authors on her watch. Or trying to skip a month. Or, heaven forbid, avoiding a cookie exchange around the holidays. We wouldn't dream of any of those things with Jersey around.
Pretty formidable, isn't she? But what do you expect? She's a Villette.
Wait, you say that's not Jersey but ace reporter Katherine Hepburn in "Woman of the Year"?
Same thing. Only Jersey is cuter, her quill sharper, and her newspaper columns more popular. She even gets fan mail from around the world.
As insightful readers may have guessed, Jersey is from well...Jersey. But not just any part. The nitty-gritty part. Trenton. The town that makes what the world takes ... as Jersey is fond of reminding us. That's what makes her such a tough reporter. That and the disgusting Taylor Pork Roll she keeps threatening us with.
Her newspaper column makes local mayors and city councils quake in their
Did I also mention that Jersey honed her formidable newspaper skills at a big-time Washington newspaper? And that she spent a couple of years writing for the Irish Press (in Dublin, no less)? During "The Troubles." She even risked her life associating with wanted IRA members -- all in the line of duty.
But, deep down inside our tough reporter is an elegant, sensitive soul who can do it all: manage deadlines; take loving care of two smart children (both in college), a "judgmental" husband (it's his livelihood) and 3 poodles (obviously restraint is not one of her virtues); and exercise like a demon (did I tell you she's getting ready to run a marathon?!). Not to mention host fabulous book club meetings with yummy food, a beautiful table, great wine (not that we care about wine), and riveting conversation. OK, so she does use the occasional Reddi Whip -- but she's from Trenton, so whaddya expect?
And about her husband. He's a model book club spouse: he grills, cleans, serves wine, and actually reads books (just not ours).
The Villettes count on Jersey to keep us honest. No sneaking in any male authors on her watch. Or trying to skip a month. Or, heaven forbid, avoiding a cookie exchange around the holidays. We wouldn't dream of any of those things with Jersey around.
Pretty formidable, isn't she? But what do you expect? She's a Villette.
Oh Lord.
In the interests of accuracy, it's a HALF marathon. And I'm only half ready for it...
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OK, so half a marathon. But half a marathon is better than none, which is what the rest of us are doing. Or not doing.
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Like I am always proud of saying, after seeing that picture, clearly I DO take after you..
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