Melanie Brown shows off her rock-hard abs on Miami Beach, while on vacation with hubby Stephen Belafonte.
So my trainer is always talking about getting me my “Gwyneth legs,” since I’m so obsessed with how great her legs look. I’d like to add that I now also need my “Mel B stomach.” I guess that means I will have to stop stuffing my face with avocados and stop whining when we do ab exercises. And every time I take Leo for a walk and we go uphill for any period of time I’m like, “Yay, I did my cardio,” and that probably won’t cut it either. Getting in shape is hard. :(
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May 26, 2008 at 9:33 pm by Evil Beet
A very pregnant Gwen Stefani hangs out with son Kingston at his second birthday party. Guests included Kate Beckinsale and Courteney Cox. And apparently some manner of huge blow-up jumpy machine. Those are the best.
Seriously I want a kid just to throw the birthday parties. And what I plan to do is buy a ton of those fun jumpy machines, those little pools filled with colored balls, and especially those awesome Velcro machines where you wear the suit and jump off a trampoline and stick to a Velcro wall. And there will be like five different cakes, and ice cream, and hot dogs, and hamburgers, and lots of Cherry Coke, and then what I will do is get a babysitter for my kid that day and invite all my adult friends to enjoy the party. Kids don’t remember that shit at that age, anyway.
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May 26, 2008 at 9:26 pm by Evil Beet
Mariah and Nick looked every bit the happy couple, as they arrived at Narita airport outside of Tokyo. Mariah’s in town to do the MTV Video Music Awards Japan later this month. I hope they make her say stuff in Japanese. That would be funny.
Awww … so cute!
May 26, 2008 at 9:08 pm by Evil Beet
I wonder how much Papa Joe paid him to do this.
Jessica Simpson and Tony Romo were spotted at N9NE steakhouse in Dallas on Saturday.
“They were holding hands, in a good mood and happy,” says a source. “They looked like they were on a date together.”
They shared a corner booth and left together. Tony then dropped Jessica off and went to Papa Joe’s house, where he was slipped a manilla envelope full of hundred dollar bills.
May 26, 2008 at 9:04 pm by Evil Beet
It’s super exciting to have the day off from work and all the varied stresses that come along with following Lindsay Lohan’s every Sapphic move — I’m on my way out to meet a friend for brunch and then watch the Jon & Kate Plus 8 marathon on my DVR for the remainder of the day — but let’s take a second and remember all the lives that were lost so that we could have a Monday off from work.
Seriously, though, while you’re out there getting wasted, or laying on the beach, or BBQ-ing, or watching TV, or shopping, or whatever, keep in mind what this holiday is about in the first place.
Thank you to all who risked and lost their lives in service to their country.
May 26, 2008 at 11:04 am by Evil Beet
When he’s not wearing eight pounds of makeup and goth-wear, Jared Leto can sometimes remind a girl why she fell in love with Jordan Catalano.
Here’s Jared chillin’ with the bikers at Cross Creek in Malibu.
I used to date a guy who drove a Harley. On Sunday mornings, I’d come over to his house, get on his bike with him, and we’d drive up to Cross Creek. All the bikers meet up, eat breakfast at a local restaurant, and then head off to bike around the canyons. I know exactly where he’s standing — I’ve been there a ton of times. I was so that girl in the helmet.
There’s a hidden spot in the canyons called The Rock Store, where all the bikers stop for a little bit, show off their bikes, and chat, and you can spot any number of their celebs there on Sunday afternoons. It was seriously one of my favorite LA activities. I’d actually get really bored at The Rock Store, because the guy I was dating would always try to explain to me about all the motorcycles, why they were special, what this guy had done to his, etc, etc, and I really couldn’t care less. I just wanted to get back on the bike with him and ride. I’d never, ever buy my own motorcycle (too scared!!!) but it was so much fun to ride on the back with him. I’d forgotten how much fun that was, and how much I miss it.
I think the next guy I date should ride a motorcycle.
So that brings the current list of criteria to: gorgeous, hilarious, honest, kind, loving, great in bed, brilliant, interesting, driven, loyal AND rides a motorcycle.
Maybe I should put an ad on Craigslist?