So much for my undercover life!

The receptionist just came back from lunch (yes, this is the same one that consistently writes phone numbers down incorrectly). She was carrying a newspaper with her and she marched right up to my desk. I figured she had found some interesting article about something or other and wanted to show it to me. Of course her words of "You are in the paper!" came as quite a shock to me. She flips over to the very back page - the VERY back page. And there is an enormous (like 6" x 6") picture of me singing at last week's Thursday Nights in Pella - Christian music festival. Thankfully, it is not one big close up of me but they also graciously included my guitarist. My boss strolled out of his office, looked at the paper and says "HEY, THERE SHE IS!!!"

So there you have it. I can no longer live the life of a normal person. I am sure people will run up to me on the street and ask me for my autograph. I am sure regular citizens will stop and whisper when they see me walk by. I am sure people will stop me in the grocery store and ask if I am THAT girl. Yes, the paparazzi cannot be far behind. We'll probably have to have special security at the hospital when we have our baby. Maybe we can sell our first baby pictures for millions of dollars.

I am totally ruined. But for the first 20 people who request it, I will autograph your copy of the newspaper. That's just the price I'll pay for being a celebrity, I guess.