My 6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon

I have been told I resemble a variety of celebrities:  Meg Ryan.  Nancy Kerrigan.  Leah Remini.  Leona Lewis.  None of them resemble one another, and I really don't see my likeness to any of them.  However, all are pretty favorable to be compared to, so I am not complaining.

The other day at work, a teenager, who happens to have asperbergs, informed me that I look like Jon Bon Jovi....only in female form.  At first I was insulted to be compared to a male 12 years my senior, but then I googled him.

And had to admit, that I could see the resemblance.  We both have piercing blue eyes, kinda shaggy dishwater color hair, and an angular face.  Mine minus the facial five o'clock shadow (I hope!).   In fact, I can see myself in Jon Bon Jovi more than I can see myself in Meg, Nancy, Leona, or Leah.

(And, a strange aside here, if I ever was blessed enough to have a baby girl, her name would most likely be "Jovie".)

Now how does this all connect to Kevin Bacon, you may ask.  Bear with me.  It has been said that all people can be traced back to Kevin Bacon within 6 degrees, and I found my 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon......kinda.

1.  I have always thought my brother, back before he got into drugs, resembled Kevin Bacon.
2.  I have always mixed up Kevin Bacon and Jon Bon Jovi and can't really tell them apart.
3.  The teenager told me I looked like Jon Bon Jovi.  Since I get him mixed up with Kevin Bacon, I must also look like Kevin Bacon
4.  Since I obviously resemble my brother, who happens to resemble Kevin, it stands to reason that, I too, must resemble Kevin on some level.
5.  The teenager later said that I also looked like Kevin Bacon

Blue eyes, shaggy dishwater hair, angular face.  

So, there you have, my "connection" with Kevin Bacon in only 5 degrees.

It could always be worse, though, a patient once told a staff member that she (the staff member) reminded that patient of Sponge-Bob.  The patient was blind.  Like, for real, she was blind.

Starting a New Job

I really want to blog, but have no ideas what to write about.  I could write about how Tino has become too smart for his own good.  (He has finally learned how to escape.  He is almost in the same league as Houdini.  Though it allows him to make some new neighborhood friends, it about gives me a heart attack just thinking about the "what ifs".  If he gets much smarter, he may just ruin the privilege of going out in the outdoor cat area, for him and for the others.) 

Even though I already kinda blogged about that, I don't want to write an entire blog entry about my cats yet again. 

When cats don't make good blog fodder, I guess that leaves work.  In the last 13 plus years I have been at work, never has there been this much upheaval and change.  Change is certain, necessary, and anxiety producing.  Especially for me.  Change scares me.  It forces me to come outside of my comfort zone.  I have created a nice little, sheltered box for myself and to venture outside of that box is much like an agoraphobic exiting their house for the first time.  I feel like I can't breath; my tummy turns flip;, I want to run away back inside never to emerge again. 

But without change, there is no growth.  Growing and learning is fun and exiting!  It keeps work interesting, and these changes have the potential to help me do my job even better.  In the meantime, I feel like I am starting over at a new job.  And maybe, I won't be as good at my new job as I was at my old one.