Oh there are just too many gorgeous boys in the world! Why can't I kiss them all?
Well..I suppose I could, but I might never get anything else done...
Well..I suppose I could, but I might never get anything else done...
Saturday, May 31, 2003
You all will be most thrilled to know that I have achieved One Degree of Kevin Baconness!
So, as per my typical Saturday morning routine, I stroll down to 19th St. in Philly to pick up a mocha-to-go from La Colombe. I usually browse a bit through the periodicals section of the neighboring Barnes & Noble, so I head there first before picking up my coffee. As I'm standing in the Regionals section perusing a locally-printed magazine, in comes Kevin Bacon and a daughter, apparently. Yes, it is indeed Kevin Bacon, even with his poor attempt to camouflage by dressing down and donning a Philadelphia Eagles baseball cap. The jawline and voice is unmistakable. His appears to be helping his daughter with an art or school project, where she needs photographs of different cities or areas around America. They discuss the regional magazines in the section I'm standing before heading off into the surrounding stacks.
All you reading this are now in the two-degree category...aren't you thrilled?!
So, as per my typical Saturday morning routine, I stroll down to 19th St. in Philly to pick up a mocha-to-go from La Colombe. I usually browse a bit through the periodicals section of the neighboring Barnes & Noble, so I head there first before picking up my coffee. As I'm standing in the Regionals section perusing a locally-printed magazine, in comes Kevin Bacon and a daughter, apparently. Yes, it is indeed Kevin Bacon, even with his poor attempt to camouflage by dressing down and donning a Philadelphia Eagles baseball cap. The jawline and voice is unmistakable. His appears to be helping his daughter with an art or school project, where she needs photographs of different cities or areas around America. They discuss the regional magazines in the section I'm standing before heading off into the surrounding stacks.
All you reading this are now in the two-degree category...aren't you thrilled?!
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
Yes, I know it's been a long time since I've blogged, fie on me. Up until recently, life has been quite stable and event-free...
I'm now in a bit of a quandary, because the company where I have the J-O-B is undergoing major business changes at the moment and the chances of me getting laid off in the next 2-3 weeks is about 50/50. So I've immediately suspended all nonessential spending. That means no more big cocktail nights, no more dinners out unless cheap, and no extra gym goodies. A few months ago I finally started dishing out a bit of money to have a personal trainer. Though the pounds on the scale haven't shifted significantly, the organization of my personal mass has and I now actually have muscle tone. The whole iffy fiscal issue really bites because I was mad to take the Russian kettlebells class regularly. While I'm sure many people would view having the personal trainer even one day a week as "nonessential," I do not, largely because I do tend to tie a lot of personal worth to my physical appearance. Per hour, the trainer is cheaper than a therapist...
The iffy fiscal issue also bites in the extreme because Kali and I were planning to attend the Rubber Ball (NOTE: adult-oriented web site) in London again this year. In fact, she and I were already brainstorming my Ball outfit and it would be absolutely delightful. A few months ago I had envisioned this whole "fetish Eskimo girl with a sled team of submissives" theme and Kali was quite enamored of it. So much so that she went ahead and began devising the look with a friend of ours who is a patternmaker. The concept she recently described to me on the phone would be just divine - fetish Eskimo kitten all done in light blue-dyed leather with fake white fur trim with little rhinestones to mimic ice and snowflake reflection.
So if I can't keep a J-O-B and some cash flow, it will all be dashed!
I'm now in a bit of a quandary, because the company where I have the J-O-B is undergoing major business changes at the moment and the chances of me getting laid off in the next 2-3 weeks is about 50/50. So I've immediately suspended all nonessential spending. That means no more big cocktail nights, no more dinners out unless cheap, and no extra gym goodies. A few months ago I finally started dishing out a bit of money to have a personal trainer. Though the pounds on the scale haven't shifted significantly, the organization of my personal mass has and I now actually have muscle tone. The whole iffy fiscal issue really bites because I was mad to take the Russian kettlebells class regularly. While I'm sure many people would view having the personal trainer even one day a week as "nonessential," I do not, largely because I do tend to tie a lot of personal worth to my physical appearance. Per hour, the trainer is cheaper than a therapist...
The iffy fiscal issue also bites in the extreme because Kali and I were planning to attend the Rubber Ball (NOTE: adult-oriented web site) in London again this year. In fact, she and I were already brainstorming my Ball outfit and it would be absolutely delightful. A few months ago I had envisioned this whole "fetish Eskimo girl with a sled team of submissives" theme and Kali was quite enamored of it. So much so that she went ahead and began devising the look with a friend of ours who is a patternmaker. The concept she recently described to me on the phone would be just divine - fetish Eskimo kitten all done in light blue-dyed leather with fake white fur trim with little rhinestones to mimic ice and snowflake reflection.
So if I can't keep a J-O-B and some cash flow, it will all be dashed!
