Oh Kat I won't hate you-- that just means we won't have to fight over him.
Andrea "hi" :) He is yummy although (if I had had the time machine and hadn't met my husband yet) I'd rather eat whipped cream off his abs than spaghetti sauce. Oh my goodness did I say that out loud?
it's hard not to admire Paul Newman for putting his money to work in such productive ways, such as his Newman's Own line--high quality stuff and the proceeds go to good causes... very smart.
If you had seen his early picture, would his dignity have survived intact?
Here's a Paul Newman Story for you.
Paul Newman
A Michigan woman and her family were vacationing in a small new England town where Paul Newman and his family often visited.
One Sunday morning, the woman got up early to take a long walk. After a brisk five-mile hike, she decided to treat herself to a double-dip chocolate ice cream cone. She hopped in the car, drove to the center of the village, and went straight to the combination bakery/ice cream parlor.
There was only one other patron in the store: Paul Newman, sitting at the counter having a doughnut and coffee.
The woman's heart skipped a beat as her eyes made contact with those famous baby-blue eyes. The actor nodded graciously, and the star-struck woman smiled demurely. Pull yourself together! she chided herself. You're a happily married woman with three children; you're forty-five years old, not a teenager! The clerk filled her order, and she took the double-dip chocolate ice cream cone in one hand and her change in the other. Then she went out the door, avoiding even a glance in Paul Newman's direction. When she reached her car, she realized that she had a handful of change but her other hand was empty. Where's my ice cream cone? Did I leave it in the store? Back into the shop she went, expecting to see the cone still in the clerk's hand or in a holder on the counter or something. No ice cream cone was in sight. With that, she happened to look over at Paul Newman.
His face broke into his familiar warm friendly grin and he said to the woman: "You put it in your purse."
I can completely relate to that woman's story. I think I would've giggled something incoherent about ice cream and fainted with my face landing in the fudge stripe.
I shook his hand on that day. I was only sixteen so he must've been close to sixty at the time. While the overall effect was more paternal, those eyes were still captivating.
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That third one looks like you pasted the head on. Ha ha.
Nice bod on #1, but he doesn't really do it for me. (*gasp* Don't hate me!)
Kat
He was so yummy. I'm going to go out and buy some spaghetti sauce now so I can feel like I am at one with his soul.
Oh Kat I won't hate you-- that just means we won't have to fight over him.
Andrea "hi" :) He is yummy although (if I had had the time machine and hadn't met my husband yet) I'd rather eat whipped cream off his abs than spaghetti sauce. Oh my goodness did I say that out loud?
it's hard not to admire Paul Newman for putting his money to work in such productive ways, such as his Newman's Own line--high quality stuff and the proceeds go to good causes... very smart.
He was something.......
If you had seen his early picture, would his dignity have survived intact?
Here's a Paul Newman Story for you.
Paul Newman
A Michigan woman and her family were vacationing in a small
new England town where Paul Newman and his family often
visited.
One Sunday morning, the woman got up early to take a long
walk. After a brisk five-mile hike, she decided to treat
herself to a double-dip chocolate ice cream cone. She hopped
in the car, drove to the center of the village, and went
straight to the combination bakery/ice cream parlor.
There was only one other patron in the store: Paul Newman,
sitting at the counter having a doughnut and coffee.
The woman's heart skipped a beat as her eyes made contact
with those famous baby-blue eyes. The actor nodded
graciously, and the star-struck woman smiled demurely. Pull
yourself together! she chided herself. You're a happily
married woman with three children; you're forty-five years
old, not a teenager! The clerk filled her order, and she
took the double-dip chocolate ice cream cone in one hand and
her change in the other. Then she went out the door,
avoiding even a glance in Paul Newman's direction. When she
reached her car, she realized that she had a handful of
change but her other hand was empty. Where's my ice cream
cone? Did I leave it in the store? Back into the shop she
went, expecting to see the cone still in the clerk's hand or
in a holder on the counter or something. No ice cream cone
was in sight. With that, she happened to look over at Paul
Newman.
His face broke into his familiar warm friendly grin and he
said to the woman: "You put it in your purse."
I can completely relate to that woman's story. I think I would've giggled something incoherent about ice cream and fainted with my face landing in the fudge stripe.
I shook his hand on that day. I was only sixteen so he must've been close to sixty at the time. While the overall effect was more paternal, those eyes were still captivating.
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