I Think Being Famous Might Suck A Lot

Sure, the money would be fantastic and who WOULDN'T like to be able to go where ever you want, but tonight at Kroger I realized how absolutely sucky it would be to have paps following you around when you are just trying to live.



Why would this revelation come to me, you ask? Well, it's like this. Here in my little corner of Tennessee (metaphoric corner, of course, since I live in Middle Tennessee which is decidedly corner-free), we are experiencing a little Arctic weather--I think the high today was like 23, which, in said metaphoric corner of Tennessee, translates to minus 40 someplace like North Dakota or, for the rest of our Southern or Western friends can best be assessed as butt ass cold. We heat with our woodstove and supplement with our gas central unit. I was gone for the weekend with the boys and W. was at home alone, so in typical Scrooge McW fashion, he kept it pretty darn cold here. I immediately shed my blue jeans and cute Old Navy cotton sweater w/Gap tneck (Goodwill tops and ebay jeans--grand total was less than $25 and I looked very chic with my cute black cap that I grabbed at KMart on clearance for 2.99 and gray scarf that I found at Aeropostale for 70% off the $12.99 sale...I do love bargains) and I threw on some sweats and a sweatshirt, heavy socks, the cold-weather works, you know?



I had to take W. to work (bless his heart, he's working 7-7 night shift tonight) and was freezing even more so in the car. Once I got home, I decided that I really needed some popcorn because I had to watch two episodes of TAR and some other DVR stuff. Naturally, I was out of popcorn. That alone would not have made me brave the cold to make my way to Kroger, but then I realize that we were out of milk, so I decided that I had to make a grocery run. I was wearing deidedly UNCUTE clothing...Five's track pants that are uber wide legged and baggy, one of W.'s xxl seatshirts and then a fleece over that (ftr, when you put a men's small fleece over a men's 2x sweatshirt, the effect is mushy to say the least). Because it was so cold, I wrapped my previously-mentioned gray scarf all around my neck and up to my ears. Add in my cute black hat again and some fuzzy gloves and I was set. As I was walking in, I had a fleeting thought, "I hope I don't see anyone that I know here." And then it hit me--it would SUCK to feel I had to dress up to go to Kroger.

As any teacher will tell you, being seen out IRL can be somewhat unnerving. Since I teach in a K-12 school, the little ones know me. When I'm shopping, I'll hear, "That's her!" or "Look, Mommy, there's Mrs. Sam's Mom!" God forbid anyone have a camera with them.

Anyway, I went into Kroger and caught a glimpse of myself on the overhead tv monitor and suddenly felt sorry for Julia Roberts for a second--I mean, the grocery is a place we should be able to dash in dressed one step up (or down in my case) from pajamas and do your business. I kept pulling my hat down lower and lower as I shopped to keep from being recognized. I can almost sort of see why Britney might go around the bend, kwim? Not that me going to Kroger is an event in anyone's mind, but that feeling that everyone is looking at you is bad enough when you're normal like and in reality no one actually IS looking. For her, though, you know they're looking and photographing and then bitchy chicks like me will be blogging about it. It would take a lot of Hermes bags and sporty Mercedes convertibles to make that all right.