Thank you all for participating in last weeks "name that celebrity." For those of you
Anyway, I now have picture number two for you. This one SHOULD be a bit more recognizable. I'm saving the "hard" stuff for later. So:
NAME THIS CELEBRITY
Jer sang in a benefit concert with her. And don't even think for one second that he didn't become BFF's with her for that day and hang out in her dressing room. 'Cause he did, 'cause that's how he rolls!
In completely unrelated news....this morning....at the gym......(I'm giggling).....HE was there.
What HE am I referring to? None other than spanky pants sporting, head band wearing, 1980 called and they want their glasses back gym guy. YOU know, Mr. "floppy". Duuude, he was in his "usual" getup and as he sauntered past me and prepped for a machine, my eyes were once again assaulted by his hanging "manhood." I'm sorry, but it just has to be said. The guy has balls at least the size of Texas. Which is CLEARLY why he wears the spanky pants, right? Someone needs some validation in their life. But seriously, it is just so gross and disturbing. Do you remember he's at LEAST 55? So, as I'm leaving, my friend colleen calls me over and giggles and said,"did you see our friend?" I laughed and said yes, indeed, my eyeball cancer was back because of it. Then she laughed some more and said, "seriously, you have GOT to see him run on the treadmill." To wich I replied, I'd rather not. I don't need anymore more of floppy Floyd, if you know what I mean.
While on the topic of the gym. There is this crazy old lady that fully works out in her like nice velour lounging suit. You know, the kind you hang around the house in, or possibly run errands in, NOT work out in. But that's not hte crazy. Her hair is done to it's fullest capacity and she wears her sunglasses the entire time. It's awesome. Then, there is this other lady who I really DO think is crazy. She will seriously march, or walk with purpose all around the gym, with a purse over her shoulder, AT.ALL.TIMES. And super awesome 1980's headphones. The kind that still dial in am/fm radio. I like to watch her, 'cause she'll march toward a machine, get on it for .5 seconds, do a rep or two and then march a lap around the gym, looking deeply at the floor or straight ahead, and then find another machine. I can't imagine what she's getting out of it. And finally, there is sweet little lady that has quite possibly the ugliest workout clothes known to man Hey, I'm not here to judge, I mean I wear giant oversized t-shirts (cause aint nobody need to see this girls fat rolls all crunched up around her) and track pants that are too short. BUT, this lady, she wears the most god awful floral print cottony spandex like biker sorts (who the hell ever thought it was ok to MAKE such things in the first place? And worse yet, who bought them? Oh yeah, THIS lady), and then a completely unrelated, unmatching turquoisy/green swirly shirt. It's an assault on all senses, and 2 days in a row, she was wearing it. Hmmmm.
Lesson to be learned here....the gym is AWESOME! Also, it's awesome because a group of girls who were all friends of mine in higschool have all just recently joined. We live like 1 or 2 miles away frm eachother and I literally NEVER see them. One of the girls I had not seen SINCE highschool. So, that's always fun, saying hola to the chicks in all my sweaty glory.
P.S. my workout totally sucked today. I blame sir flops alot for seering my eyes. 'Cause I certainly cant blame my lazy legs right? No, sure can't.
Workshop is blocked. We move to the theatre tomorrow. I shall not lie to you. I HATE the first day in the theatre. I design all the lights for the show. So, it's VERY stressful sitting at the table, calling out lighting cues, while the kid upstairs tries to set them in the computer, and the kids on stage try to perform in dark or changing lights, and I have to try and "direct" my numbers from the back of the theatre, WHILE setting lights, AND people get on edge and yelling happens. OY VAY! Least favorite day ever! On the upside....once they're done, they're done, and next session is a breezeola for me on theatre day. Looking forward to that.
Ate Rubios tonight...not my fave. That's all I'm saying.
Overheard this morning from Maggie (while on the "phone" with Brooklyn):
"Ummm hi Brooklyn, Brooklyn, yes, I know. But I have to read a book, and go to school and go to work, and that's all what I have to do today. Ok?" I don't know, it just cracked me up.
And my sweet Max, talking more and more and more. Tonight, after dinner I turned and said, "ok kids." And Max immediately got excited and started screeching "Take a baff, TAKE A BAFF, TAKE A BAFF." As he clawed his shirt off his body. That kid lurves him some bathtime. And he KNEW that it was time. Too bad he'd missed the memo that Mommy wasn't planning on doing baths. Ah well, who can deny a kid that cute?
Celebrity encounters and baby baths,