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You're dreaming. Everybody knows that Kidman is a runner. Boxing is all about stamina. Besides, she has better stylists.
Runners are soft. Sure, they can outpace me. Sure they can outdistance me. But I can always hobble her with a well placed kick to her hair stylist's blow drying arm. Those locks need a lot more help than mine do. And I doubt she's eaten a cheeseburger this decade.
Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
Robert Southwell, S.J.
Runners are soft. Sure, they can outpace me. Sure they can outdistance me. But I can always hobble her with a well placed kick to her hair stylist's blow drying arm. Those locks need a lot more help than mine do. And I doubt she's eaten a cheeseburger this decade.
Whew...for a minute there I was buying into Ginger's argument. Then I remember I can simply make Nicole see Tom's face every time she looks at Keith and "poof" he's mine!
Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
Robert Southwell, S.J.
Whew...for a minute there I was buying into Ginger's argument. Then I remember I can simply make Nicole see Tom's face every time she looks at Keith and "poof" he's mine!
You wish. She sees Tom in every issue of 'People', 'In Touch', 'The Enquirer', etc. You could flood the arena with 'Risky Business' and she'd laugh in your face.
FWIW, you should know that you do face some stiff, and, well, sorry, but frankly younger competition: Taylor Swift is literally the girl next door. Her rather palatial estate is within shouting distance of Urban's Green Hills home. Quite a nice lady in her own right: she briefly lived across the street from my brother just before she hit it really big, and then she quickly moved from the high-rent district to the really high-rent district about a mile away. Made small talk over the mailbox with her a couple of times when I was keeping up my second-eldest brother's house while he was off teaching in Romania and not making anything remotely like the money that his neighbor across the street was. Then again, he doesn't look nearly as good in a strapless, sequined gown, so there's that.
You should also know that, at least from public appearances, Urban and Kidman are apparently a very happy couple. They are seen rather regularly out and about in Green Hills and seem very much in love. I've passed by them in a restaurant a time or two, but my eldest brother runs into them socially with some frequency. They are apparently looking to enroll their eldest in, effectively, Country Music People's Children's Academy, better known as Ensworth, where my nieces and nephews have attended. In a bit of a rather interesting coincidence, I used to maintain a rather dumpy little duplex that was right next to the Ensworth campus many moons ago, something that my mother bought as an investment for the purpose of sticking her finger in my father's eye: she wanted to prove that she could be a landlord, and Dad wanted nothing to do with it. Well, guess who wound up being the actual landlord....
I used to watch Ensworth football games from time to time from the roof of the duplex, which looked directly onto the fifty-yard-line of the school's football field at the time. They were a small little school for a few somewhat wealthy people (student body was something like 80 at the time). Then one of the Mandrell sisters sent her kids there and everything changed. There's a certain amount of irony attached to the fact that Sarah Cannon, a/k/a Minnie Pearl, lived about four doors down from the school in a nice, but not outrageously affluent, neighborhood at the time.
Ensworth bought the lot and the duplex for a rather princely sum for half an acre and a 3200-square-foot squat ranch-style duplex, which they eventually moved off the property and took over the land itself for a sports field. Glad I never had to mow that.
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It's been ten years since that lonely day I left you
In the morning rain, smoking gun in hand
Ten lonely years but how my heart, it still remembers
Pray for me, momma, I'm a gypsy now
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