Ok, I’m a celebrity gossip junkie.  I’ll admit it.  I really don’t know why, either, but I am.  I know they are real people and need their privacy, blah, blah, blah.  Become a lawyer, then. 

It’s weird, because I’m not the type to get overly excited when I actually see a celeb. I mean, I think it’s cool, but I don’t try to attack all fangirl like or anything.  So, with that being said, let me share with you the things I’ve learned from the high quality television show, TMZ.

1) All the “I hate you paparazzi” is so fake. 

I mean, yeah, people like Brad Pitt, etc. who are stars without having to be in the spotlight constantly probably really do hate them, but give me a big ole break if you honestly think Paris Hilton, Jon Gosselin, Kristin Cavallari, and other types wish the paps weren’t there.  If they weren’t, they’d be out of jobs.  I wouldn’t be surprised if they were the ones to call the paparrazi before they went somewhere.  How can I tell this from TMZ?  They freaking smile in the middle of their, “I hate you,” dance.  ANNOYING.  Why are these people celebrities anyway?

And this is especially true when people eat at The Ivy.  Heck, I think even I would be photographed at The durn Ivy.  What do they expect?

2) I never want to attend a celebrity party.

Everyone looks so fake and it oozes politics and fakity, fake, fake, fake.  So, I’ll pass, thanks.

3) The office looks like a super fun place to work.

So, yeah, all the celebrities hate you, but they sure do laugh a lot.  Looks like fun, personally!

Finally, one last note.  I think the show has made TMZ more responsible for what they publish, so I haven’t seen anything completely outlandish lately, so that’s nice.

Oh, and if I become all super star one day and you see me playing the, “I hate you,” game, I must really mean it because I will never (and I do mean never) stoop to the level some people do to stay in the public eye.  Insane.

The End.

Seriously, I’m reconsidering this whole writing gig and am looking to train to be a ninjetty. Just remember, DON’T go ninain’ nobody who don’t need ninjain’.

Comments closed – You guys raised enough for a Hope Basket!! I’m rounding us up to $50!  I’ll make the donation in the morning.  Thanks everyone!!  I really enjoyed reading all the comments, too. :-)

Merry Christmas!!

Nathan Bransford posted today that he will be donating 50 cents per blog post to Heifer International, “an organization that works to fight hunger by giving needy families around the world and in the United States livestock, training, or other assistance that helps improve their livelihood.” 

I’m just a po’ (read that right…it’s po’ not poor…there is a difference) school teacher, but I know that people have it a lot worse off than I do, so I figured I’d join in.  I honestly can’t imagine what some people have to live through and it makes me feel blessed to have what I do.  Even if it’s only a small contribution, I figure every little bit counts.

For every post I get up until 8:00 pm EST, I’ll donate 25 cents $1.00* to Heifer.  If I don’t get enough comments, I’ll still donate as much as I can.  I can’t imagine it will get to this point, but I will have to close it at 400 comments just because I have to still be able to pay my bills this month! : -P

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*Two hours to go and I thought I’d up the ante!

True story!

My cousin lives in Arkansas and also works at a retail shop.  One day, an older gentleman came by the store.  He was wearing red suspenders and looked suspiciously like this guy:

She asked him if he would be willing to come back the next day and let her bring her children to meet him.  He said he would love to!  The one thing her daughter wanted for Christmas was a sleigh bell a la The Polar Express, so she said she was going to go to the local jeweler and see what they had.  She’d been looking everywhere, but couldn’t find a sleigh bell that was decent.

He said he would like to go with her and purchase the bell for her as a gift.  She tried to refuse, but he insisted.  He followed her in his red pickup truck (seriously, I couldn’t make that up if I tried), but the jewlery store didn’t have anything worthwhile.  They finally settled on a small silver handbell thing and had it engraved with her name on it.  Mr. Santa Man paid for it, still against my cousin’s objections.

The next day, he came back decked out in his Santa gear.  When it came time to do gifts for the kids, he said he had something extra special for Anne Marie.  He pulled out a box and in it was a true sleigh bell, still attached to a section of leather harness.  The underside of the leather was worn from use.

As you can imagine, everyone was in shock.  As far as I know, no one has seen him since. 

I’ve actually seen the bell and if it doesn’t make you believe, I don’t know what would. 

I’d love to write a children’s picture book based on this story, but seeing as though I have so many strikes against me (debut author/children’s picture book/holiday theme), I don’t think it’s really plausible.  Maybe one day!

Merry Christmas!