Sunday, October 5, 2008

David Beckham is Ticklish.

At least in my dream he is. The dream was so realistic, it wouldn't surprise me. OK, Becks (you don't mind if I call you Becks, do ya sweetie? After all, you DID let me tickle you.) has a gorgeous body. You can't deny that. All right, you CAN, but WHY would you? However, have you ever noticed his face, and how he smiles? It just reminds me of mischevious little boy. One that is grown up enough to take home and "teach" a few lessons to.

I digress, but don't I always?

I was working on a movie in LA. First off, I don't live in LA. I don't live anywhere NEAR LA. I'm pretty sure LA is about 2000 miles from me. At least. 2ndly, I don't work on movies. I think it would be fun. Getting to blow stuff up to huge proportions. Things like that. Movies aren't usually made in Michigan though, so the odds of me ever actually working on one are pretty slim to none.

David Beckham was in the movie. I'm not sure why he was in the movie, aside from the obvious fact that was getting paid. I don't even know what the movie was about. I do know that a LOT of people talked with a British accent. And they were funny. I kept thinking to myself "I wish I could teach my kids to talk with a British accent so they would sound so cool and funny" but thankfully I never said it out loud to any of the folks I was working with.

Oh, and David Beckham takes the mass transit when he is working on movies. Something about saving on gas and the planet or the other. The day before I tickled Becks was a rainy one. I was standing under an awning, waiting for the rain to let up before I got about my business on set. I saw Becks running to catch a bus. What struck me as super odd was that the bus was waiting for him. It slowed down to the stop, the driver saw Becks was coming, and he WAITED. Buses NEVER wait when I want them. Go figure. Poor Becks slipped in some mud and did a face plant in a HUGE mud puddle. He was laughing his ass off the entire time. It'd be like if I let Jayden go out and play in the rain like she is always begging to. For her, she always wants to when it is too cold to do it, but I'm assuming that considering it was LA, it was warmer than Hell, and the rain felt pretty damn good. He got up, grabbed his bag, and kept running for the bus.

The next day, I'm sitting in the Green Room (do movies even HAVE a Green Room?) next to Becks and with some of the other cast and crew, mostly the British ones. David was shirtless. I was telling them all how I saw him fell and how he got up grinning and laughing like a little kid. I poked Becks and he started laughing even harder. I looked at Becks and said "What, is David Beckham ticklish?" He said, with a grin, "Yeah, I'm afraid I am". I laughed and started tickling him. He's laughing his ass off and squirming to get away. And that's when I tell him "You know, I'm going to blog about this. The whole world has to know you are ticklish."

That's when Jason woke me up because my dad was here to bring over a ladder. I think it's a little odd that I mentioned blogging in my dream, don't you? However, that being said, I DID say I would blog about David Beckham, so I did. Oh, and he wasn't the least bit offended that I was tickling him. Which makes glad, Dream David Beckham, because I wasn't the least bit offended to be doing the tickling.

With that, I'm done for now. Prayers and blessings everyone. I have a ton to get done today, and NO motivations, so wish me luck!

1 comment:

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