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2004-06-06
Boys On Bikes Once upon a time (it seems like forever ago, doesn't it?), Clay was on the cover of Teen People. Somehow, I was one of the first to get a copy (this never happens...I do not have that sort of luck), and one night, I was chatting with a bunch of Broads who hadn't seen it yet. I had them each get out their Entertainment Weekly "guilty pleasures" issue (the one with the nummy picture of Clay on the bike in the white shirt), and I described the Teen-Peep bike pic to them in terms of that one...while having both pictures sitting side by side on my desk. Well, long story short (hey�who said "too late"??), the next morning when I came into my office, the magazines were still sitting there, with two Clays on bikes looking seductively up at me...and I thought..."Heyyyy...twins." And the Aiken Boys were born. (In case you were wondering...no, they don't sleep in my bed with me. Mr Julie sleeps in my bed. The boys sleep next to my side of the bed on little pallets on the floor, where I can reach down and pet them during the night. Not that they're not allowed on the furniture or anything...as soon as Mr Julie isn't looking, they always start jumping on the bed, and I have to tackle them to get them to stop, and then...well, stuff happens.) I have, at times, loaned them out to Broads who needed them...like when the heater went out at Jannet's and she had no other means of keeping quite that warm...then they were supposed to stop off for a night at Cella's on the way back, but somehow they didn't return home for several days...but at least there were no visible marks on them, which is really all I ask... ;o) The new shots of those naughty Aiken Boys that surfaced recently brought me out of my exhausted stupor (seriously�imagine keeping up with one young'un like Clayton, let alone two!) long enough to get a little creative...so, if you'll permit me to share...
Where the Boys Are
Where the boys are, heaven waits for me
Where the boys are, is biking down my street
I'm that one-in-a-million woman
Till it's bathtime, I'll wait impatiently
...and, with that, I'm gone with the Schwinn! -- thanks muchly to Nelle for pointing me to those pics at the Clackhouse, Jill for her song suggestion, Cella for...well, she knows what...and Papa Neil for just being so wonderful. I wub him, too! Las Vegas, November 2003 right before he kissed me the second time ;o) |