Lifestyles of the Not So Rich and Not So Famous

How do you measure Rich and Famous? I was thinking about that today while I was getting a mani/pedi. I grabbed the latest People Magazine and immersed myself in the celebrity world. No thanks that just doesn’t appeal to me; they don’t even seem happy.

Who wants to live under a constant TMZ microscope? Do you know what TMZ stands for? Another age related question…I had to look it up…

‘TMZ’ stands for “Thirty Mile Zone”, a term which originated in the 1960s. Due to the growth of “on location” shoots; studios and various talent guilds established a “thirty mile zone” — outside of which shooting is considered to be a location shoot.

Learn something new every day!

I think rich can be measured in lots of ways. Sure there is the whole, do I have more money that I know what to do with, rich. But what about life’s simple pleasures? Do celebrities ever wish they could just run into Trader Joe’s and buy a container of cherries and hummus?

I am fortunate. I have help from the inside to the outside. I’ve had the same wonderful women coming to my house every other week for over 20 years. We’ve aged together!

I have a team that mows and edges my lawns and fixes my sprinklers! That’s pretty darn nice too.

I am accepting job applications for someone to come in and cook!!! I’ll even do the dishes! I’m kidding. See, this is where writing doesn’t “sound” the same as talking!

Do I think I’m lucky? Heck yeah! I wish you could all come over and I could bore you to tears about the birds in my yard or maybe the stories behind every knick knack and picture on my walls.

Here’s the deal. We just never know what’s coming our way, so as that wise husband of mine would say time and time again…”It is what it is.” That philosophy made total sense to him. In fact, as I’ve come to find out, I can also adapt to that thought process. Sure, I want to throw in a comma and say, yea but…but honestly it doesn’t really matter.

We all learn to adapt. Some do it much better than others. I suppose not going to Trader Joe’s is adaptable for celebrities, but when do they get to just talk to the “regular” folks like us?

If I had to be quarantined in this house without the ability to just get out amongst total strangers, I don’t think I’d be too happy. How much Candy Crush can you play in a day? (What level are you on???)

Talking is a free activity and sure; not everyone wants to be part of my on going dialogue or answer a bazzion questions, I get that too. But, isn’t talking and exploring and sharing what makes us all relatable and joined as a community of people?

Maybe the rich and famous feel the exact same way, we just run in a different circle.

It’s funny, while I was getting my nails done, a father, mother and daughter walked in. The first thing I noticed was the lady’s shoulder tattoo, it was really pretty. Then I noticed she had a tattoo on her other shoulder. She and her daughter, I’m guessing around 8 or 9 were picking out their nail colors. Then the dad walked in. He was a walking tattoo. He asked them if they wanted some ice cream and walked off to get it.

When he returned, they were in the middle of wet nails, so he set the cups down for a moment and sat down in one of the chairs.

Let me also describe his shirt, it was black T-shirt with a woman’s face that looked airbrushed, that took up the entire front of his shirt. He was a rugged looking man.

Next thing I know, two giggling teens came in and said to T-shirt man, “Can we take a picture with you?” Now, I get it, this guy is a rapper, and these girls recognized him, sorry I can’t say that I did. But he was so nice to them, they stepped outside, let them snap away with their cell phones. They were so excited.

When he returned inside, I commented on how nice he was to them and he said, “They’re fans, I want to be nice to them.” Then he went over to his daughter and spooned some ice cream in her mouth. Now, of course, she was quite capable of doing this herself, but her nails were wet and he was being a loving dad.

I don’t know if he is Rich and Famous, but he was sure a nice guy.

And just in case you are wondering, how can I get through an entire blog without a ton of pictures, I can’t…so first the feet, I don’t want to hear about how your toe next to your big toe is longer, and that mine look like they’ve been adjusted! That’s the way they arrived!

Next, while I appreciate that I inherited my mother’s long lovely strong finger nails, how in the world did her hands get transplanted onto my arms???