Hiya Stephen...
Been lookin' atcha a lot today. Well, at this photo of you, I mean.
My GOD, man, you are just sexy all over.
My comment was, "This man should be kissed on every inch of his body at least once every hour.
I hereby volunteer to do that!!" hehehehehe (Why? Because I have no shame, that's why).
The photo spurred a debate by many female fans regarding whether your eyes are brown or hazel.
COME ON!!! Don't these silly girls still have those old TIGER BEAT magazines
that revealed EVERY DETAIL about your eyes, hair, smile, clothing, etc., like I do??
I mean, those magazine articles even told all about your ASTROLOGICAL SIGN and everything!
Yeah, so they're a little yellowed around the edges of the pages, but I still got 'em.
Ah well, I'm sure most of those female fans don't even REMEMBER Tiger Beat magazine.
*insert moment of feeling old, sighing in resignation*
Ya know, I remember those gorgeous eyes of yours as being a deep, velvety SAGE. I was close enough to see into them a couple of times, and I believe that is what I wrote in my diary after I met you.
I recall I enjoyed the dual meaning of "sage," and how wise you seemed to be,
and how deep and velvety your voice could be when you sang.
You really CAN see into a person's soul through their eyes ya know.
And I remember as I wrote these things, I was feeling like I wanted to snuggle deeply into those eyes of yours, and wrap myself in them, as if I were enveloped in a comforting, soft, warm blanket.
Yeah. Deep velvety sage. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh how I love your eyes.
My eyes are root beer brown, in case you were wondering. Not sure what you can see in them, really, but Pete seems to like gazing into them from time to time, so I guess they can't be THAT bad.
I wonder sometimes if they get cloudy with the "froth" of my silliness??
:)
(that's a sideways smiley-face)
I wish somebody would invent an emoticon that was acutally a "shit-eating grin."
Ewww....doesn't THAT conjure up quite a visual image?!!
Somebody (Steve Perry Online) put this photo on Facebook earlier today, and there were 2 blonde women on either side of you. They said it was taken at the Grammy's a couple weeks ago.
Ya know, Stephen, I really think you should let your temples and sideburns go a little grey though...that would be most gorgeously HOT. Seriously. I LOVE that salt and pepper look.
Pete's got it, and he looks sexy with it too. Somethin' about the slight greying around the edges...
Anyway...
I was logging in to this blog-o-mine tonight, when I noticed that PETE also signed in previously, as though perhaps HE has created his OWN blog???
I really have no clue, he hasn't mentioned it to me at all. Weird, huh? I should probably ask. I would be interested to know what goes on in that man's head sometimes. Most of the time, I just let him be, and trust that he's always thinkin' of a million things that he has to plan and deal with, and do every day.
Writing on a BLOG, however, seems rather out of character for him.
But hey, whatever floats yer boat.
His first ex-wife keeps calling him every 6 weeks or so, asking for money. His alimony payments ENDED last fall. She had SEVEN YEARS to prepare for that, but apparently she didn't bother. First it's "I need to pay my car insurance renewal," then it's, "I have to pay my mother's cable t.v. bill, it's the only requirement she has of me while living with her," then it's "I had an automatic withdrawal happen that I forgot about and I bounced several checks, so now I have a negative balance."
I've been letting it slide. I have nothing against her. I've been in those situations before too.
But sometimes, it kinda gets on my nerves. I mean, I realize she is the mother of his kids. And, last week when I was there at dinner with her and all the kids, she was NICE to me, and even gave me some of her sushi when I mentioned I didn't know what they all were yet, I just knew I liked it. Then after dinner, she asked if we could all help her load up some of her belongings into her truck, to move them from Pete's mom's house (which is being sold) to her mother's house where she now lives. And, we all did, and everything was fine, except for being cold and standing in the drizzly rain.
But at some point, I told Pete, this really has to stop.
I mean, don't get me wrong....I am a bleeding heart type of person too. I gave a homeless guy $2 bucks the other night, because he made us laugh....we were ALL laughing....and it was WORTH every penny!
He came walking up to us in a park and asked for change...Pete's mouth was full, he was eating his snack, and the guy asked him what he was eating. So, I told him that Pete had just eaten hot dog chili and jalepenos drizzled over PORK RINDS in a bag...(The 7-11 ran out of hot dogs).
Yes, hot dog chili, mixed with jalepenos, drizzled over PORK RINDS.
That's Pete.
The homeless guy's eyes bulged out of his head and he backed away while he yelled, "OH MY GAWD, THAT IS SICK!! THAT IS DISGUSTING!! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!! I gotta tell ya, I've been drinkin' my ass off ALL DAY, and I've been doin' just FINE, but right now, thinkin' about what you just ate, is just makin' me SICK man!! Oh my GAWD!! I think I'm gonna HURL!!"
So, I don't mind handing a homeless person some change or a couple bucks now and then, especially when they say something HONEST like, "I've been drinkin' my ass off all day." Someone I know on Facebook wrote a comment when I told the story, and said, "Well wasn't that NICE of you, and how generous---what do you think he's going to spend it on, SPROUTS?"
I just wrote, "It's his life. Doesn't matter to me. Doesn't affect me. I don't judge."
She didn't respond. Shut her sanctimonious ass right up.
But, then again, I'm kinda glad she remained silent because she annoys me anyway.
She's the one stupid chick at our wedding who got pissy drunk and chased my 7 year old
nephew all over the place, scaring him half to death....
and then she FELL on her FACE in the middle of the dance floor because he TRIPPED HER, and although some people laughed, everybody was really very embarrassed for her.
She didn't even remember it the next day.
Bet SHE doesn't go buy SPROUTS with HER beer money much either, ya know what I mean??
My point is, I understand how difficult life is, when you're single and female in America.
Every female I've ever known who is single, has been through financial hardship.
My mother gets only a small social security check every month. That's it. She got no alimony from my dad during the divorce. She got the house, then sold it, but had a 2nd mortgage to pay off, (thanks to bad advice from my youngest sister), so she came away with NOTHING from it at all.
My best friend worked as a cardiac nurses' aid in a hospital for over 15 years, until she blew out her knees trying to lift overweight people, and now she's on disability and can't work anymore.
Her husband is also on disability and can't work anymore. They have 3 kids to feed. They lost their house to foreclosure, and now they rent a house instead. They barely make ends meet every month.
Another friend of mine who lives in Baltimore worked for 18 years at one company, in the insurance field, until they downsized, and she ended up on the chopping block. She got another, even BETTER job at a competitor, and worked there for a few years. Then she bought a house, and THAT company laid her off indefinitely right afterwards!! Ever since then, she's cashed in every asset she had, to pay her mortgage, her mother helps her when she can, she's had to get a roommate, and she's working at temp agencies, and sending out resumes, and interviewing all the time, to find full time permanent work.
My sister is having a tough time, though she is married. She has 2 boys, one is 18, the other is 8. Her job was going very well for a long time, in the hearing aid field, but now her hours are dwindling, the company has just cut her medical and dental benefits for her whole family, and she's barely scraping by.
My story, well, I was living in a basement of a friend's townhouse in Fairfax VA, for 10 years. I barely made enough money to afford my car payment and insurance, dog food, and MY food, not to mention rent, utilities, and gas in the car, plus TRAIN fare to work every day. It was NOT easy to do.
So, believe me, I KNOW what being poor is like. I feel for these women, all of them.
But, it still feels awkward for me to have Pete giving his first wife money all the time, ya know? Is that shallow of me to feel that way? I mean, like I said to him earlier, when she called, "I haven't said much of anything, I've let it slide, I've been trying to just go along with whatever you decide to do. But she's taking advantage of you Pete, and that bothers me. There is a fine line between helping someone out once and awhile, and ENABLING them to remain in the same situation all the time."
Pete is definitely an enabler.
So now he's thinking he will offer her some money to buy a hutch that she owns. "She's been trying to sell it but hasn't had much luck, and it's really a nice piece of furniture that we could use...."
I just shook my head. "Ok, sure, we can put that someplace I guess."
But really, we don't NEED a hutch. We really don't have much room for it.
I don't really know what the proper etiquette is, in this type of situation. I just know that I would feel like a total hag if I tell her to bite a rock and leave us alone, but at the same time, there HAS to be a LIMIT.
Anyway...people don't really like limits much, do they. Limits, boundaries, obstacles, hurdles, hoops, rigamarole, red tape, complexities, complications, conundrums...nobody likes any of 'em.
Yet they still exist.
WHY the hell that is, I have no damned idea.
Well, I guess I'd better go for now. I had a mini Dairy Queen mint oreo blizzard, and my sugar buzz is GONE, so I feel myself crashing hard. Can barely keep my eyes open. Damned diabetes.
I know I shouldn't have eaten it, but dammit I love ice cream!!
I have no idea how I'm going to get through the summer without it!!
Bye for now Stephen.
Oh, and if you MUST invade my dreams, (GAWD you really do that a lot you know)....would you maybe give yourself a little grey hair here and there for me?
And while you're at it, wouldja make those eyes of yours extra velvety sage too??
.....Mmmmmmmmmm.....I love you Stephen.
Love, Rebecca
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