Eater as in Gator

So here I am, joining the blog world. I do it knowing that if by chance my husband ever reads it, he is going to think to himself "Doesn't she have better things to do, like, say, cleaning the bathroom?" But I don't care. Today I have come to the realization that as much as I'd like to be one of "those people" with an ever-immaculate house, I will never be one. Instead, I will be one of "those people" who types on a blog that perhaps two people will read, while in the meantime my house goes uncleaned. However I like to think that I am more sane than those who have ever-immaculate houses. A little mess keeps you grounded, not to mention the fact that if I spent every moment that Logan is sleeping cleaning, I would NOT be a happy person, and that is more important than a clean house.



So why V as in Victor and Eater as in Gator? Because while it seems strange, it is something I say a lot. It usually goes something like this:



I walk up the pharmacy counter at Wal-Mart.

Them: Last name?

Me: Veater.

Them: Date of Birth?

Me: I say my birthday...

(long pause here....)

Them: Can you spell your last name for me?

Me: V-E-A-T-E-R

Them: (under their breath as they type) B-E-A-T-E-R

Me: No, it's Veater (I try to emphasize the V sound)

(another long pause....)

Them: V-A-D-E-R?

(by this time I'm wanting to scream but I politely say instead...)

Me: V as in Victor, E-A-T-E-R.

Them: Date of birth?



Ah! Don't get me started on people I have to do this with over the phone. It doesn't help that this particular branch of the family pronounces their last name wrong. Veater. Should be pronounced like Beater, as in Harry Potter, right? Wrong. V as in Victor, eater as in gator.

And no, we are not related to Darth. That's V as in Victor, Ader as in, well, ader, you get it.