that I wanna share
You don't like it?
So what -- I don't care
-- Rob Bass and DJ Easy Rock

Ok, isn't it a distinct possibility that the whole Ashton and Demi thing is a very, very elaborate episode of Punk'd?? Think about it -- Demi has been out of the spotlight for quite a while and now you can't go anywhere without seeing her face on a magazine. This would be the perfect publicity stunt for sure. Meanwhile, Ashton is spreading his mug all over ever publication just in time for the new seasons of That 70's Show and Punk'd. This is a possibility people, I'm telling you.

Now, why are we as a whole obsessed with celebrities? What is it about them that makes us curious about their lives? And I'm certainly not pointing any fingers, I get my Entertainment Weekly in the mail and it serves its purpose -- I am thoroughly entertained. And I even I wonder why do I care if Matt Damon broke up with his long term girlfriend? Anyway, things that make you go hmmm...

Hope you all are behaving yourselves!

Ames

Up in here, up in here,
Y'all gonna make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here
-- DMX

Last week I went and made my almost weekly deposit to Wal-Mart. And yes, I do like Target better, but it comes down to simple economics --- Wal-Mart is cheaper. I have to be reasonable and logical about some things, people (especially since I'm irrational and illogical about most). Here's my philosophy --Wal-Mart for grocery, everyday, definitely can't get in the 10 items or less line, type stuff. Target for fun things, I'm in a hurry must get home things, etc.

Wal-Mart (always, the low price place, per their ads) never ceases to amaze me. You get hundreds of average, normal folks all up in that one building and people lose their minds. A nice, otherwise tame soccer mom will run over your foot with her buggy. A sweet old man will dart ahead of you to make sure he gets in line before you do. What is the deal? I don't know, but I've finally given in and now revert to my alter ego when I enter the store. To read more about my alter ego, see previous entry and all of the ranting posts…

Anyway, so I’m in the zone, when I enter those doors. I’m all about grabbing the buggy and getting jiggy with it in the quickest manner possible. So first stop, hair products (y’all know I gots to have my hair did). Here’s example of typical shopper number one – blocking the entire aisle with her buggy. I stopped and waited for her to notice me and move, but she kept staring at the rows of shiny bottles, decisions, decisions… Excuse me, I say. No response. I resisted the urge to ram my buggy into hers and instead moved it out of my way. She glanced up and insincerely said, Oh sorry. Yeah right.

I maneuvered over to the cleaning supply aisle (because you also know that I am a germ obsessed freakazoid) to get some Clorox cleaning stuff. And here squats a teenage girl, trying to determine which air freshener she’d like to purchase. By spraying the contents of the different cans in huge amounts in the air and then sniffing. Ok, so this is not the fragrance counter at Parisian, little girl, get out of my way, all causing my head to hurt. I turned the corner and stared to sneeze my head off. I contemplated going back around and sneezing directly in her face, but I am in fact mostly bark and very little bite. I finally wheeled into the check out line, only to empty the contents of my buggy on the conveyor belt thingy to find the lady in front of my taking her sweet time putting the bagged items back in her cart. I began to rub my hand across my forehead in the same manner that I always do when I’m irritated and/or not feeling that hot.

I wonder if Wal-Mart would have a problem with clearing the store of any and all possibly annoying or irritating customers for me? Just once a week, half an hour, round up all the riff raff and let me shop in peace!

Amy