Wednesday, September 26, 2007
"I wanna be Thirty, flirty and thriving!"
In today's issue of Poise Magazine: "Thirty, flirty and thriving. Why the 30s are the best years of your life."Happy birthday, Kettle.
Labels: 13 Going on 30, Birthday, Kettle
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
One degree of Lance, Kevin and Reade
What is my connection to Lance Armstrong, Kevin Bacon and Reade Seligmann?
Public transportation.
Yep. My most recent celebrity public transit experience came last week when I was flying back from Austin, Texas on Continental Airlines flight 251. I was in seat 2F. Lance Armstrong was in 2A. When we arrived at Newark's Liberty International Airport, Lance was right in front of me walking off the plane. A man was waiting for him and they jumped on one of those airport carts and took off through the terminal. I never thought Lance was particularly attractive, but in person he is kind of hot.
My prior celebrity transit experience came in the late spring when Reade Seligmann, the former Duke University student and lacrosse player from New Jersey who was accused (and then completely exonerated) in the now infamous "Duke rape case." Reade was all decked out in a suit as he boarded the NJ Transit 320 bus into Manhattan. It was standing room only so Reade stood right next to my seat. Reade is as cute as he looks in pictures. A little dorky though for a tough guy Division I athlete.
My first celebrity transit experience was several years ago on an Amtrack Metroliner train from Philadelphia to New York. Sitting at one end of the car I was in was Kevin Bacon and his kids. His kids did a lot of running up and down the aisle during the trip. Kevin smiled and said hello as he walked past me on his way to the Cafe Car. Total sweatheart!
I'm crossing my fingers for Madonna one day.
Labels: Amtrak, Continental Airlines, Duke University, Kevin Bacon, Lance Armstrong, Madonna, Newark Liberty International Airport, NJ Transit, Reade Seligmann
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Adventures in Babysitting: There's No Place Like Home
Has anyone missed me? Did anyone even notice I was gone...The Kettle, an accomplished babysitter, was on call, just shy of one week, and by on-call, I mean held captive in the recesses of snooty Upper Montclair. It was an eye-opening experience, and once again, I am eternally grateful my parents are/were:
a)not crazy - relatively speaking
b)not lazy, absentee parents
c)not richer than God wanted anyone to be
d)not enablers
So thanks, T&D!
They also taught me how to turn off a television, utilize an alarm clock, read, and not sleep in my own trash. Remarkable
For those who anxiously awaited my Emmy pics, I am sorry I did not follow through. If it makes you feel better, I would have gotten 3 correct. I did, however, open a word document on my laptop and jot down random thoughts about the broadcast, as I watched alone in my servant quarters. These thoughts are available if any interest is expressed.
In a nutshell...
Ryan Seacrest is god-awful and should be hanged.
Ellen and Steve Carell should do all the talking.
Ray Romano should not.
Mary Louise Parker can clean up reeeeal good.
Katherine Heigl needs to avoid the crazy red shade of lipstick.
Ryan Seacrest should be hanged and beaten.
Sally Field is a shrieking, screeching hag. I have no problem with her anti-war theme, but really, must she shriek and screech like a hag?
Labels: babysitting, emmys, heigl, sally field, seacrest
