"Would you be so into me/ If I wasn't a celebrity?"

I've read People magazine pretty much since I could read. Okay, most of the time I just looked at the pictures. But we've had a subscription forever and I always remember looking forward to the best dressed issue and the most beautiful people issue. But I have to say, I won't be sad if my mom doesn't renew the subscription this year.

It's funny how the magazine does flashbacks to 25 years ago and you see how cover stories were about stories that captured the nation like Baby Jessica or the Oklahoma City Bombing. They mattered. Extraordinary stories about ordinary people. Then it slowly evolved into being about the A-listers: Brad, George, Meg, Julia, etc. Then somewhere along the way it started to seep into the gossipy magazines genre. If I see the Kardashians, Kate Gosselin, The Real Housewives, Heidi Montag, Paris Hilton, pop stars like Britney and Jessica and Christina, or some other reality tv "star" on the cover, I am going to scream (along with the 14 weight-loss issues a year. I DON'T CARE). Stay on In Touch or Life&Style covers, buckos. But seriously? When did it credentials go down? I know it is still the magazine willing to shell out big bucks for the top stories and it seems like it is still the most "trustworthy" in its genre but my goodness, I am so over it. It takes me 10 minutes to flip through the entire issue because I just don't care.

I know, I know, why bother complaining about it when you can just ignore it but it just makes me wonder what forced the change? Is it just the internet and how everyone has a Facebook fan page and Twitter and blog so their writers can just pull from those sites for their stories. Although whoever wrote the cover story about Kate Gosselin fourteen stories ago right after the divorce was announced deserves a raise because it almost, almost, made me feel sorry for her. Almost.

But seriously, People doesn't have to go all deep and gritty on me. Just maybe toss some A-listers on the cover instead of D-listers, please.

"Who me?/ Yes, you/ Couldn't be/ Then who?"

When I was little, I LOVED the WeeSing videos. Sillyville, WeeSing Together, The Best Christmas Ever, and Old King Cole's Party (we actually lost that one or gave it away on accident; I'm still mad about it) and of course Grandpa's Magical Toys. My sister found a dvd of Grandpa's Magical Toys at a garage sale and got it for me for old times sake. Luckily I threw it in my bag one morning before work since it was raining and it was a saving grace when the kids didn't get to go out on the playground.

My mom warned me that she had put on one of the VHSs for my nieces a long time ago and they weren't interested. Let's face it, these movies were made in the late 80s/early 90s; the special effects are not up to par with this Pixar and DreamWorks generation. But I remember I how much I loved them and wanted to at least try it (and at the very least not have to watch The Letter Factory for the billionth time). They sing old school songs and nursery rhymes in this particular one and my kids LOVED it (well not one little girl who was freaked out by the clown Punchinello but she came around). They sing "Who Stole the Cookies from the Cookie Jar" and at the end the cookie jar talks in this deep, rumbly voice and says "No one stole the cookies from the cookie jar. You ate them all yesterday". This has been the number one quoted line. And now every day, at the end of the day, we sing the song. They are obsessed. The Pre-K kids were in my room and they wanted to learn the song. The kids in the other class wanted to learn the song. Basically I am now a hot commodity because they all want to learn in and since none of these kids are exposed to anything beyond Dora, Hannah Montana, Spiderman, and Toy Story (I actually pitched Grandpa's Magical Toys as a "like Toy Story but with real people!" This may have been what caused the little girl to freak out. And also all the kids to ask if Buzz and Woody were in it), they thought I was the sole person with insider knowledge.

I'm just saying, if you have a three or four year old, give WeeSing a chance. My siblings still block it out because apparently I made my mom play WeeSing in Sillyville every morning. Hey, Sillywhim was the shizz.

"A world that's fun of happiness that I have never known"

So... close... must.. keep... going.....

When I first started this blog, I decided to do song lyrics for every post. Most of the time they are related to the content, others it is just the song I have stuck in my head. I kind of always have a song stuck in my head. The one most frequently is "Don't Cry for Me Argentina" even though I only know like three lines. I use it on my family when I am sad and change the words to "Do cry". Now, imagine my glee (pun) when it was used on the most recent episode of Glee! Now I can learn all the words!

The same thing happened when the song "On My Own" from Les Mis was stuck in my head thanks again to Lea Michele. That one was stuck in head ALL day for, not exaggerating, three days.

Oh Broadway shows. Legally Blonde and Wicked also do this to me. As does Glee. Sigh.

"Ayo/ I'm tired of using technology"

I'm typing this on my brother-in- law's iPad. I can already say the full keyboard isn't that easy and contractions are about to get eliminated from this post. But still... I will probably be fighting the urge to purchase in a few months.

I am sort of a hypocrite. I will denounce something only to own it a few months later. When the iPhone first came out, I was so sick of the commercials ALL THE TIME. But sure enough, I got one three months after it came out.

I thought the same thing about UGG boots only to get a pair from my sister's friend when I was freezing and desperate for warmth. While I still think UGG boots are not attractive, they are comfortable. In the words of michael Ian black: it's like sticking your foot into a sheep's butt.

Also skinny jeans; why would anyone want that? Aren't jeans supposed to be comfy not constricting. Then I got a pair of boots I wanted to tuck my jeans into (another fad I initially scoffed at) and the bootcut just wasn't cutting it. Hence my purchasing of two pairs that I now long and perhaps wore with ballet flats today when I originally resolved to only wear them with the boots. Oops.

I'm sure there are million other examples but those are the three off the top of my head.

Okay the typing got bit easier. So we might be adding the ipad to the list.. Christmas is coming up. Wink wink.

"I am so ashamed of all these unopened doors/ I am so ashamed of what I have become"

I'll admit it: I scare pretty easily. Not just in the like "I don't do haunted houses or watch horror movies" way but the if I turn around and my co-worker is standing there, waiting to ask a question, I give a little start. I can't help it. I'm skittish.

My sister's family is staying with us until their house is ready. They also brought along their dog, Remy. Remy has added a whole new element of startling to my day. His little paws are so quiet. And I turned around and he's just there. I open my door in the morning to leave for work, it's practically pitch black and what do I see? A little furry brown and white face staring at me. Just now I walked out of a room and he was sitting on the couch. Every time I yelp and jump a little. Remy is a rather scaredy-cat himself so I am sure I am scaring him as well. I can't help it. I'm not used to it. He's just there. All the time. But I do love him since I haven't seen him for 2.5 years! Welcome home Rem-Rem!