Before you start asking, yes, this is real life. This picture was not Photoshopped, and Kim Kardashian and LeAnn Rimes really hung out together. At church. Because they go to the same church. Because this is a crazy, f*cked up world.
On Sunday, the duo attended Life Change Community Church service in Agoura Hills, Calif.
Kardashian, 31, and Rimes, 29, are also both fans of Brad Johnson, the church’s esteemed pastor…
But the E! reality icon and the hit-making country star weren’t the only ones singing from the hymn book. Kourtney Kardashian, Mason Disick and Kris Jenner joined Kim at the service, and Rimes’ hubby Eddie Cibrianjoined her for worship.
“Great seeing you and the fam,” LeAnn tweeted to Kim. “See you soon! Xoxo”
Kim, who described her churchgoing Sunday as the “perfect day,” echoed Rimes’ enthusiasm. “You too babe!” she replied. “See you soon! Xoxo”
In addition to going to church together, these two lovable girls also had lunch together on Friday.
Where do I even go with this one? Am I supposed to be able to imagine a world where the likes of Kim Kardashian and LeAnn Rimes, two of the biggest famewhores out there, team up to take over the world? Where Kim and LeAnn tweet each other constantly, and make horrible fashion choices together and get accused of homewrecking together and practice deep-throating together? Because I can’t do that. My mind simply cannot take it.
How do you guys feel on this one? Is this a match made in heaven, or is it just too much for this world to handle?
Image courtesy of E!
February 6, 2012 at 5:30 pm by Emily
I know, I was just as surprised as you probably were. And you know what? As weird as it is to say, this news makes me happy. I mean, girlfriend eats. I’m not saying that she does anything crazy like keeps it down or anything, but going for the high-calorie stuff like hotdogs and bread and mustard. Wow. Color me impressed. These photos were taken at this past weekend’s Dallas Mavericks basketball game, where other people of note (like Khloe Kardashian) were in attendance. LeAnn, if you were unaware, is a Mississippi native who moved to Texas at age six, and she likes to head home as frequently as possible (in between skimpy-bikini’d beach trips, of course) to support her hometown-ish team. GO MAVS.
But this hot dog thing! I just can’t get past it! Maybe it’s got something to do with the recent rumors that Eddie likes his wimminz skinny as a Wendy’s Hamburgers straw and maybe she finally let that business stop bothering her for a second and went and got herself pregnant, damned be the weight-gain consequences, but either way: I’m prouder than a mother goose, and I just can’t contain my happiness.
Or my hunger. See, I saw these photos of LeAnn housing that hot dog and all I wanted from that moment on was – you guessed it – a hot dog on a hearty bun, slathered with ketchup and mustard and peppered with delicious minced onions. I would have even gone as far as to actually mince those onions, but when I got that hot dog cooking and put it on the kaiser roll that I substituted for a bun, because who keeps hot dog buns in their house in January, I couldn’t resist. Open mouth, insert hot dog, f-ck the onions and the time it takes to mince them and sprinkle them. And that hot dog was so good that I went back for a second hot dog, and it was just as glorious as the first. Mm-mm, hot dogs.
Granted, after those two hot dogs, I probably won’t be able to eat another thing for the next two days, but … wait. Epiphany. Wait a second. OK. Maybe that was LeAnn’s entire ploy with this whole thing. Maybe that’s where she was going with all of this hot dog-housing business. And guys, that is intelligence on another level.
Damn, LeAnn. I bow to your industriousness.
January 30, 2012 at 12:30 pm by Sarah
From In Touch Weekly:
As LeAnn Rimes’ one-year wedding anniversary with husband Eddie Cibrian approaches, she is eager to give him the best gift ever – a baby. In fact, LeAnn wants to have a child with Eddie – who has two sons, Mason and Jake, with ex-wife Brandi Glanville – more than anything in the world.
But LeAnn is already struggling to overcome a major roadblack: “She doesn’t want to gain the weight!” a source reveals to In Touch. The reason? A size 0, LeAnn is afraid that when she gets pregnant, Eddie will be turned off be her bloated body. In fact, says the source, LeAnn heard that Eddie stopped having sex with Brandi when she was expecting both Mason and Jake.
“Eddie loves petite girls – the thinner the better,” says the source. But LeAnn knows she won’t be able to maintain her skeletal figure while pregnant. “She fears that Eddie will stray or stop having sex with her if she gains any baby weight.”
Now, she’s having second thoughts, the source says, “LeAnn is truly torn over this.” In fact, she’s so desperate to come up with a solution, she’s even looking using a surrogate mother, the source says.
The dilemma is driving her crazy, and friends think she is making a huge mistake by putting her looks before her desire to start a family.
“Everyone knows how hard LeAnn worked for her body,” says the source. “But it would be really selfish and a shame if she lets that prevent her from becoming a mom.”
OK, so this is probably going to be the first – and last – time that I’ll ever defend LeAnn Rimes for being … well, LeAnn Rimes. I mean, how often can you see things like this, and like this, and like this, and not be completely jaded and annoyed by the antics of a woman who lives to seek attention?
This whole business of being afraid to get pregnant (when it’s so obviously what she wants) because she doesn’t want to turn her douchebag husband off, though? That’s just not healthy, guys. And yeah, I realize that it’s generally LeAnn’s problem that she’s not exactly the picture of positive self-esteem and self-worth, but come on. If this is true, and she genuinely feels that critical of herself, then it’s that f-cktard Eddie‘s place to help his wife grow and learn and appreciate herself for who she is, whether she’s a size f-cking zero or not. Ugh. Brandi Glanville, much as she grosses me out, too, completely lucked out when this loser walked out of her life. I mean, good riddance to bad rubbish.
Eddie Cibrian, you’re a complete and utter SCUZ. I hope your penis gets leprosy and falls off. Into a vat of molten battery acid. After you impregnate LeAnn, that is.
January 27, 2012 at 10:30 am by Sarah
So I think I’ve finally figured out why LeAnn Rimes does nothing but tromp around in a barely-there bikinis that expose 99% of her unclothed body. It’s because anytime she actually wears something of substance, she ends up swimming in it, and she can’t afford the uber-high-end clothing that equally-teeny-tiny international supermodels like Karlie Kloss can. So what happens? Well, in a word, she ends up looking like the Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz, just a whole hell of a lot thinner and with slightly better hair. And with those major tits, can’t forget that part.
But the getup, right. That’s what this is supposed to be all about, really, so let’s talk about it. I positively adore the sweater. It’s orange, it’s long-sleeved, it’s a cardigan, which might be my most favorite article of clothing of all time next to sweats, and it looks like it’s made from a really great-feeling fabric. Probably some kind of cheap poly blend that works both lounging around the house with sweats and even out in public, as long as it’s paired with the right dress or shirt. Good call on the fashion versatility, there, LeAnn. Crafty.
The dress … eh, I guess it’s so-so; I like the pattern and the color, but the fabric looks awfully scratchy and the neckline, racer-back, and close-to-the-collarbone cropped shoulder straps are pretty bad. Especially when you can see it all right through the cheap (albeit comfy) sheath sweater. The hat looks great with the entire ensemble, and the bag (though it’s brown) really caps off the entire look. The shoes pretty much almost ruin the entire thing, and a nice pair of yellow leather flats (to match the wallet) would probably have looked way better.
All in all, I’d say put on a few pounds, LeAnn, so that your hips are at least as wide as your big old gunshell tits, lose the make-you-look-gawky gladiator platforms, and you’re probably in business. Now if you could stop resembling your squint-faced, equine husband and start making some more music, you could be on a really great track.
It’s not like I’m going to hold my breath or anything, though.
January 23, 2012 at 9:30 am by Sarah
Here is some breaking news: LeAnn Rimes was spotted on a beach yesterday. This time she was in Maui, though!
Apparently she is staying at a resort with her husband, and she is actually visiting Maui for work. I know! I forgot that she still works sometimes. Did you know she used to be a prolific country singer? That was before we became so distracted by her string bikinis and started reading about those instead.
Here is Radar with more on this riveting story:
The country singer, who showed off her assets on Wednesday in a peach-colored Acacia skimpy swimsuit, managed to wear an even sexier suit on Thursday, rocking a pink and black tiny triangle top with cheeky string bottoms.
The star took a bathroom break and headed into the hotel’s restroom, without any shoes on!
“Cheeky”! I see what you did there, Radar. Because, LeAnn’s butt. Her butt.
Sometimes I wonder what the inside of LeAnn Rimes’ closet looks like. I imagine that it is a large walk-in closet, and there are all these hangers everywhere, and a tiny bikini is tied onto each one. And that’s all. That’s it. Somewhere else there might be a drawer containing all her sweaters and pants, but that drawer is probably in some locked room upstairs, as in a ghost movie.
(Image gallery via Radar.)
January 6, 2012 at 11:30 am by Jenn
I know, that’s not the visual you really wanted to fill your subconscious with in the hours before winding down for the evening, was it? I mean, “LeAnn Rimes” and “gash” in the same sentence is enough, for me, to go into full-body convulsions, complete with projectile vomiting, but hey. I could go on, but I won’t. I had spaghetti and Caesar salad for dinner, and it was good, so I’d like to keep it where it is, thanks.
Anyway, LeAnn decided to go snowboarding, where she apparently fell and busted her tailbone, and not for the reason of “not enough snow,” like her Twitter account professed, but because there’s a very thin amount of skin covering the tailbone as it is, and with LeAnn being as skinny as she is and all, it wouldn’t surprise me if that thing was protruding like a pregnant lady’s bellybutton as it were.