WHO DAT?!

Nawlings Ya’ll!

Nov. 4-9 we go to New Orleans for the National Association of REALTORS conference.

From the flight there to the flight back and everywhere in between…Ellen became my identity. NOT on purpose or with any intention on my part…but because I am me, which happens to be similar to who Ellen appears to be. Or as I like to look at it, Ellen appears to be similar to me.

What?…are you fooling us? People would ask me…Are you Ellen?

OMG you look like Ellen…you are her right? You dance just like her too…

Excuse me…can I get your autograph?

Oh Looord...I can’t even look at you…you sure you’re not Ellen? Dance for me that will prove it. Dance Ellen…dance… OMG…you are Ellen…it’s those eyes…

Please may I take a picture with you. I love Ellen so much, she is my favorite person in the world. I can’t believe you look so much like her…

You could make a lot of people freak out if you went to LA…

You should get paid…

Hey Ellen…oh my gawd, your not Ellen…I thought you were…a lot of celebrities do come around here so I thought for sure you was her…

Did you know she’s from here? Grew up in the Quarter…

My wife used to work with Ellen, court clerk…she was just as funny back then…wait til I tell my wife I saw you.

My favorite story is Gail, the tour bus driver. She saw me on the corner waiting for her bus and she told all the passengers, oh that looks like Ellen. When we loaded the bus she said I am sure you hear this all the time but you look like Ellen. I said yes a matter of fact I do. So we continue to the next stop where she then stood to address the group and as I listened she looked at me and said …I can’t even look at you…are you sure your not Ellen? Oh I am sure Gail. She said stop looking at me you are freaking me out. It’s the eyes. As we continued the tour she kept slipping in comments about how she can’t wait to tell everyone that Ellen is on her bus. We get to our final stop, the swamp for a boat tour, and of course Gail had to tell everyone that Ellen is coming. We get to the office and I, rather Ellen became the topic of discussion.

Gail was so excited to have Ellen on her bus.

When the swamp tour was over and it was time to drive back to town, Gail pulls up in her bus with another load of passengers to start their tour. As she pulls the bus past me she points to me and I can read her lips…see there she is  - Ellen! I waved to them as they went by.

On our drive back, Gail addressed me as Ellen…where’s your stop Ellen? Did you have a good time Ellen? Ellen are you back there? etc. Finally as we got off the bus, she said well, if you dance then I will really now you are Ellen. I laughed, and as I got off the bus I began to dance my way out and in front of the bus…” See…I knew it…you are Ellen” She drove off with a smile!!

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A Celebrity is Spotted

Earlier this year we took a much needed vacation to the famous Miraval Resort and Spa in Tucson, Arizona. The resort (among other things) is known for accommodating high profile guests, such as Oprah. In the informational brochures about Miraval there is a statement that relates to respecting the privacy of other guests. I took this to mean "if you see a celebrity, don't take pictures, or bug them"

Our first night in the dining room, I made eye contact with a woman seated across the dining room. Suddenly she starts enthusiastically waving at me. I looked behind me to see who she was waving at, and then it hit me, she was waving at me because she thinks I'm Ellen. So I sort of raised my hand and smiled at her, at the same time she realized I was not really Ellen. So we just smiled back at one another.

Throughout our stay at Miraval, and when ever I left the room, I could feel people looking at me. It happened over and over, the same scene...someone stares at me, then I make eye contact and smile, then they whisper to a friend who would then turn and look at me, and then turn back to their friend and whisper again. You know when you can tell that someone is looking at you or talking about you...well this continued the entire week. I was beginning to feel a bit paranoid, like this really can't be happening every time I leave my room, I must be imagining things. Then as we were waiting in line for a smoothie, a guest whispered to my other half, "your friend looks a lot like a famous celebrity". Of course, he didn't want to mention anything directly to me, but once he spoke, then we were engaged in a conversation about Ellen, and how much I look like her and act like her and sound like her.

On the flight back home, the flight attendant, who had been giving me the "look", gets to our row to offer drinks. She leans down and says, "okay I have to say something, but I am sure people tell you all the time…" I smiled and nodded back at her. She told me that she and her coworker saw me board the plane and had to really look close. She said it’s not unusual to see famous people flying 'incognito' on coach, so for a second they thought they really might be seeing Ellen. As we de-boarded and walked off the plane the other flight attendant yells out to me…”Bye Ellen”.

Finally we get home and start sorting through the photos. I put together a slide show to share our experience with family and friends. I got a call from my Mom after she viewed the photos and she said she really had to stare hard at one picture, she couldn’t tell if it was me or Ellen. Aside from my own Mom not being able to identify me, a couple of other friends mentioned this one picture where I really look like Ellen. I have to admit, most of the time I don’t see the look-alike thing, but in this picture I must say I kinda do.



Ellen or LynEllen?