We get what we get. It is what it is.

Confession time. I asked for and received a subscription to People magazine for my birthday. Every weekend a new magazine shows up in the mailbox and I screech and rush off to savor the celebrity gossip. Here's the real confession though. I still look at people.com. Jared noticed and pointed it out to me. So, I'm now double dipping. The whole habit is funny to me since I don't really get much of the celebrity stuff. Why is Paris Hilton famous? Are the Kardashians actually talented at anything? Could any marriage stand so much pressure, fame, and ego? When did the Olsen twins quit brushing their hair? Why does Brittney Spears refuse to leave the scene? Will Brangelina ever go away? Who doesn't still feel a little bit sorry for Jennifer Anniston? Whoops, there it was. Did you catch that last question. I got sucked in. Totally. I wonder if it's fun because those are lives that I can't really imagine. So different from the normalacy that blesses and haunts the majority of us. I go to work, come home, eat dinner, walk the dog, hang out with my friends, and love my husband. I don't understand what it's like to have a chef and a personal trainer and a nanny and a photoshoot to get to or a red carpet to walk. I used to want to be famous. My father would always tell me that it doesn't pay to be famous. That it's better to be normal. So, I'll be normal and just read about the abnormal. I don't remember really having a choice though. The celebrities probably didn't either. They may get photographed and dream about fading into the background for a quiet evening. Who knows? My mom hates the saying, "It is what it is." I love it. It's truth. It's acceptance. It's reality.