Yeah, so, I’m changing.
People told me this would happen, but I didn’t believe them.
I don’t mean “the change,” you guys. I’m not that old. I just mean, I’m different now.
I used to watch every TV show. Now I can talk to you about every TV show because I still read about them on nerdy TV websites, but I don’t watch those shows. I really only watch baseball, TCM and downer documentaries. I used to see a lot of movies, and I used to read a lot about movies. Now, I have no idea what movies are playing in the theaters, because Roger Ebert died, and then I let my subscription to Entertainment Weekly expire. As for music, well, I was never particularly cool when it came to music anyway, but I could at least identify top 40 hits. I can’t even do that anymore. Although, I am all about that bass, because I’m not made of stone, people.
It would be easy for me to blame these changes on The Kid. “Well ever since I had a baby, I’ve changed.” The truth is these changes started before I got knocked up. I got busy, and I stopped making time for these things. Instead I started making time for other interests (i.e. fancy beer, baseball, buying clothes I don’t need from ModCloth).
Speaking of, I’m currently sipping on Dogfish Head Punkin Ale, which I’m sure everyone can agree is one of the best pumpkin beers around.
Also, have you watched the Netflix documentary “The Battered Bastards of Baseball?” You should. It’s awesome.
Oh, and, I’m totally smitten with my new yellow skirt from ModCloth. I bought another one in green.
So, why am I writing about this? Well, it started with my niece Olivia, who is selling magazines to raise money for her school. Oh, that reminds me, you guys obviously like to read. You’re reading right now. You should subscribe to a magazine through this link. You are getting a magazine for cheap, and you’re helping out a public school. Plus, Olivia is a smart, awesome girl, and everyone should help this smart, awesome girl out by ordering a magazine.
ANYWAY, I clicked the link to order a magazine. I decided that I hate being out of the loop when it comes to entertainment, so I renewed my Entertainment Weekly. And then for some reason I subscribed to – wait for it – Martha Stewart Living.
I don’t even know who I am anymore.
I wanted a magazine that I could mindlessly flip through while Calvin is watching “Curious George.” Martha Stewart Living is one of those magazines that I flip through at the nail salon or in the Kaiser waiting room and think, “Oh, that looks neat. Oh, that seems easy. I could do that.” And then I don’t do any of the things I read about, but I had a good time flipping through the magazine.
I await your judgement in the comments.