Fabio for Valentines

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I spent the past week learning QuarkXpress - which everyone tells me is difficult. Nope. It's fun.
It's my eyes that are tired and my back hurts and I need sleep.
And then I spent hours and hours fussing over my ad for Starlog, setting up the art for the poster, the Romantic Times ad and the book cover. I had to decide on a flyer. And I need to finalize the bookmark.
Busy creature.
And I had to get the plane tickets and a hotel room and set up the photo shoot.
And I have a list of possible shots for Troy to be posed in.
All this while studying Advanced Chip Synthesis at work - and preparing to teach it within two months.
Intense. I don't like the idea of a 3-day on-your-feet all day seminar. I thought I had left that behind.
And of course I am spending time working on the new Fabio site (doing it off line since I have all this disk space).
I feel frazzled.
I feel like I live in a tornado.
And my 18 year old still isn't driving so my commute is horrid.
I need a new truck - my non-driving son said so - but I wanted a hug more!
Priorities!
Time for an adult male, a tall one, to put his arms around me for at least 30 seconds and make me feel protected and not the protector.
Doesn't take much.
Just a moment
It's called rejuvenation.
I need it.
So......
When they announced that Fabio had another "date package" coming up for bid again....
Well, it didn't take but a moment for me to help them out and put it on the web.
And it didn't take more than 24 hours for me to decide the new Tacoma (MINE MINE MINE) will have to wait.
I e-mailed them back. Could I buy a ticket and bid on the phone?
No way I could get there on Thursday and still make the ad deadline for Starlog.
They told me the minimum they hoped to get for him.
He was in Florida. He wasn't going to be there. There would be no wild frenzy.
It's hard to get excitement when the body isn't there.
And his body does generate excitement.
Hmmmmmm.
Let me think about thi.s
When you have more than you need (two houses, five computers, two pianos, three cars, (any two of which are broken down at any given time), four TV sets and five VCRs, etc.), then you need to do other things.
Remember Hello Dolly?
Money should be used like fertilizer and spread around.
It helps young things to grow.
This function is to benefit the Big Brothers of Los Angeles. Can't beat that.
And if it also just happens to suit my purposes, well, you can't go wrong with that either!
You see, Eric (his manager) sent photos of the blond one at the various events from the past six months to a different webmaster! ICBINB!
For shame!
They (ICBINB) WON'T link to us (FabioIFC.com)! (Rude for a webmaster!)
They did NOT put the photos on-line! Not that any of us have found!
They are "promoting the product, not the model".
Just who do they think fills their refrigerators with their product?
They need a little better consumer analysis.
I could have produced a MUCH BETTER cookbook!
Bigger cover!
One or two shots of him inside!
Oh yes!
It's called marketing!
So I warned Eric that I had to have new photos of Fabio for the web or I would have to start stalking him. (Fabio that is, not Eric).
The fans are restless.
Well, Fabio can consider himself stalked!
'Cause I met the minimum bid and I bought him!
Score one again!
Not anyway near as expensive as last time of course, I don't have that much money to spare (that was a fluke) and there was no feeding frenzy (that last one set records), but it's expensive enough.
I plan to enjoy myself!
And now we will figure out when it will be.
After I get Jettison to bed.
After I spend a week in Florida on Troy's photo shoot for Troy's calendar.
(One thing at a time! Or, in this case, one hunk at a time!)
After the incisions have settled down a bit more.
And this will be my reward for all the work I've done on the book project since September.
And for putting up with my sons!
I will collect 20 new questions for Fabio. 40 was too many. Wore him out. Wore me out.
I will bring my son's camera but not my son.
I will not wear a dress that picks up static electricity when I slide across the leather seats of a limo.
Although, come to think of it, pressing him up against a door is fun too!
I need to finish the book project.
I need to find a dress.
I need to figure out what size I now am.
And now maybe I can get back on my diet!!!!
It's called motivation.
Life may begin at 40 but it gets damn good at 58!