Today the birthday of two famous men. Rod Stewart turns 64 and he's still belting out the tunes. He's avoiding oldieville quite successfully. George Foreman turns 60 today. He's fathered approximately 120 children -- all of them named George -- while making tons of money as a boxer and then ultimately with the George Foreman Grill. (I think there are as many versions of the grill as he has children.)
I have seen Rod Stewart in concert so many times I have lost count. I still listen to him on my iPod. And of course, I love my George Foreman grill. In some small way, it's an example of how our lives touch each other.
Showing posts with label Rock And Roll. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rock And Roll. Show all posts
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Dancers in Training

A few weeks ago, the husband's band played and I had way too much fun dancing with the Pasadena Gang. I was seriously sore the next day.
Going through some photos reminded me that we've been training for this a long time. We're no longer kids in dorky leotards -- we're just middle-aged people having a little fun.
We rock on!
Labels:
childhood friends,
Dancing,
Rock And Roll,
the husband
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