Fame

I have recently decided that I don't want to be famous. It is going to be hard to hold on to my anonymous simple life-I know. It just seems that so many people want to be famous so badly. Then they become famous and get really messed up. Of course it is a chicken and egg thing-they probably have personalities that need a lot of attention in the first place and that is why they want to become famous. Of course when I was younger there always seemed to be the possibility of somehow becoming famous. Maybe I would be discovered and be a model or marry someone famous, or meet someone famous and have it rub off or something. Anyway, I am content with the prospect that I will never be famous and that is just fine with me.

People who are examples of why I don't want to be famous.

Danny Bondaducci

Lindsay Lohan

Kate (of Jon and fame)

Tiger

Heiresses in general

Father of the "Balloon Boy"

I have had a few brushes (directly and in

directly) with fame and here they are.

Donny Osmond touched my sister Lysa's hand during a concert. Oooh!

The Osmonds were customers at my parents leather shop in Provo before I was born.

In 7th grade I had an editorial cartoon printed in the Rocky Mountain News (it was an assignment, I didn't just draw and submit editorial cartoons on my own)

My husband and son were shown at an Avs game on a commercial. It was a split second but they were there!

I met Gene Simmons in NYC. He actually started talking to me because I am tall.

I saw Lenny Kravitz walking out of Nobu in NYC (I was in a car but believe me, I was freaking out). We also saw Martha Stewart eating at the same restaurant.

I was shown on the news twice (in the background) during the bus stop debacle this fall.

My sister Lysa was on the news when her husband was deployed in Iraq.

Being famous would be a lot of pressure and then I might have to be really cool and really good all the time. For example, I didn't wear any make up today. If I was famous I might show up in US Weekly in the "Celebrities without Makeup!" section. Oh, the horror. Also, today I went to return something to Aspen Grove (which if you are not familiar, is an outdoor shopping center). Penn fell asleep on the way there and I really didn't want to wake him up for a 5 minute errand. So, I drove right up to the store and put on my hazard lights (like is acceptable if you drive a Fed Ex truck and I thought my errand was pretty similar), locked the doors and ran in. I could see my car the whole time (I was maybe 25 feet away) including when the police car pulled up. I ran out and the officer notified me that it is no okay to leave your sleeping toddler in the car or to illegally park right in front of the store. If I were famous I would be definitely be labeled as a bad mother. Ugh. I guess I won't do that again since last night I had a dream that I was going to jail and then today I had a brush with the law.

Better go, I think I will go watch E! News or TMZ (I don't really watch it) or Keeping up with the Kardashians or something like that....