Second in a continuing (but probably sporadic) series of thing that I used to think were nifty, cool, the bees’ knees…but now? Notsomuch. Shaving one’s legs: Then: In Jr. High..we used to eye with envy the girls who shaved their…
1 day to go!
Dig the hair! I used to think that color looked natural on me, too. (Actually…I’m considering going back that light again.) Photo taken in a hotel room in New Orleans. Tanned, blonde, fit(tish), large hoop earrings, gobs of makeup. This…
2 days
I wish I had remembered after I found the ‘three’ picture and the ‘twenty-three’ picture that ‘thirteen’ was THE YEAR OF THE HAIRCUT! Plus, it was 1986, so factor in the hot-roller effect. This is the least offensive shot I…
3 days
Plans: Go to Coworker Damon’s (not to be confused with the milllllllllllllllllions of Damons out there) house for a Barbeque!
one for the scrapbook
wherein Kim finds her very first gray hair
After-school special
On any trip to an Atlantic City casino, you gain increased exposure to what I insensitively call the “wheelchair and oxygen” crowd. The senior citizens. The oldsters. Spending the money that’s deducted from my paycheck each week. They are slow….
the days keep scribbling themselves in tidy lines
In honor of my finally getting the hostess page back up and styled properly, today’s self-serving post is: Hostess Shots gone horribly wrong! I cleared a lot of junk off of my pc this weekend, and I stumbled across hostess…
On the Record
Tonight, Mom and I took the train into Philly to see Disney’s On the Record, their nationally touring musical revue. My God…I was in heaven. I’ll be singing Disney tunes all day tomorrow – pity my coworkers. The cast was…
September 5, 2004
ummm….yeah. OK. continuing on… Mom, it’s my birthday! Mood: ContentBirthday plans: Thor wants to go to Cherry Hill mall to search for duds for the cruise. We’re going out to dinner with Mom & John to Tangerine in Philadelphia. (warning,…
Too old for the Grammys
I didn’t watch the Grammys last night. I didn’t even feel a pang of regret, which is a telling sign of how I’ve grown up without even knowing it. Back when I was in Jr. High, High School, and college,…
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