Ok...so I have a confession to make. I've always secretly wanted to be a paparazzi. Not the crazy fly around in a helicopter and stalk people in their homes type, but a friendly type of paparazzi who would get phone calls from celebrities giving her tips on where they might be taking a leisurely stroll through some random park type. I think it would be thrilling and I truly have always wanted to do it. Surprisingly, with 4 kids, it wouldn't be the best career choice. Especially since we live in the country in Nebraska...but ya know.

So we're hanging out in the park across the street from Magnolia Bakery, happily munching on our cupcakes, and a bunch of guys like this fella with the giant camera lenses start showing up. Now, I've just recently acquired a large telefoto lens. Not QUITE like the one this guy has (that's about a $7,000 lens!), but it looks a little bit like it. I figure something cool is bound to happen and I quickly get my big lens on. A large body guard type is eyeing me from across the street. This did nothing but make me more excited, because I figured this guy MUST think I'm really paparazzi if he's giving me that warning eye! COOL!

This dude climbs out of an SUV and I continue to get eyed by the body guard guy, but I decide I'm gonna go for it and start taking pictures. If he comes at me, I'll put Sebastian in front of me. Who's gonna beat up a lady with a baby, right? I figure I'm good to go.

I'm happily snapping pictures from behind a tree, all the while having NO idea who this guy is. I'm also excited because the OTHER paparazzi types are starting to eye me and I figure I must look like competition. Again, COOL!!

Dude changes his bandana again, and I continue to take pictures. Hoping at this point that I can at least figure out WHO I'm taking pictures of. A few New Yorkers stop by at this point and ask me who I'm taking pictures of. I sheepishly say "I have no idea". Ah yeah, I'm from Nebraska and I just wanted to live out my dream here people. Back away.

Dude starts to head to another SUV, with bodyguard guy in tow. STILL eyeing us all. There are 6 actual paparazzi there now. And me~playing paparazzi (with my husband, daughter, and son sitting nearbye. Happily munching on cupcakes).
Dude gets in the SUV and drives off. Shoot, I still don't know who he is. THEN... one of the actual paparazzi approaches me. I think, oh crap...maybe THIS guy is going to beat me up. Where's Sebastian? BUT, he asks who I am and who I WORK FOR. Again, I'm doing a little happy dance inside my head, because he actually thinks I'm for real. I tell him I'm just visiting and I had to get in on the action. We chat for a bit and then I say "so who is this guy?" Paparazzi man says he had to call his son, who told him that he is Juelz Santana. He's an up and coming rapper and clothes designer and he's becoming quite famous. I was relieved that at least I now know who "dude" is. Juelz Santana. Cool!!!
Another dream fulfilled. Mark that one off the list. ;)