I was awake at 4:30 a.m., because my brain would NOT shut off....I get so many awesome ideas in the middle of the night like that...like my "Ziploc bags with built-in HANDLES on them." Yeah, well, it would eliminate brown PAPER bags, and save some TREES, now, wouldn't it?? Yeah, go patent that.
Anyway, so I got up, ate some pepperoni and salami (snack) and then I sat down at the computer to write down all of my ideas. I came up with a cool idea for our next camp PARADE FLOAT!! This photo is of our float from last year---that's Pete wearing the joke boxers with 2 little balls hanging out of them. We got a LOT of laughs!! And you are not mistaken, that is a pink feather boa, yes. He also had beer-mug sunglasses on, and a Gilligan hat, and a Thurston Howell t-shirt.
So THIS year, my thought is, since Pete has already talked with camp staff about possibly renting an ice cream cart (since it was hot as hell last year and they don't have enough room in their camp kitchen freezer to store it), we should just bring our own and distribute it to everybody---for AUCTION money of course!! (The main goal at camp is to get as much auction money as possible from as many people as possible, so that you can auction either yourself off, OR, buy someone else's services). Pete bought me a fire-flogging last year, scared the bejeezus outta me.
Anyway, so why not make our parade float have a theme of "I Scream, You Scream, We ALL Scream," and make it look like a huge ice-cream cone?! But, as an added kinky camp twist, (which ya GOTTA have), we'll also put 2 blow-up dolls on the front of the cart, with one holding the sign that says, "I scream," and the other one holding the sign that says, "You scream." I'd like to figure out how to attach a flogger or a whip in their hands too....THAT would be hilarious. And then, of COURSE, we will toss some SWAG at people watching the parade---ice cream sandwiches!
Yeah, that is the idea that kept me awake. That, and I had to do some research online about blow jobs.
Well, anyway, since I'm giving a class about BJ's, I figured I should probably decide WHAT I'd like to teach about them. I found out a LOT of cool info, actually, opinions from MEN about certain techniques and stuff too. That helps me in SO many ways....hehehehe...
Ah well, I won't bore you with all this silly camp hoo-ha. You probably think I am a hedonistic whore.
.....isn't that what most men want from women though?! At least, in private?? Well, maybe I'm an idiot about men, I don't know, but if you're an intelligent, professional, demure and feminine, cultured woman in public, but a wild, nasty hedonistic sex kitten in private, that seems to ME to be the best of both worlds!
Oh well, what do I know??
(I know that what I speak is the truth, that's what)! *WINK*
Gotta go. I'm tired. I hope my brain will let me sleep tonight. Florence had one of her colossal bipolar meltdowns earlier, I gave her a bath, washed her hair, got her jammies on her, and put her into bed, only 30 minutes later, she's out of the room, asking where her mother is, we tell her her mom died many years ago, and she goes ballistic! She gets all angry and upset, calling us liars, giving us arguments and just being a total pain in my ASS. She's going into a nursing home this summer, come hell or high water, I have had more than ENOUGH of that woman and her mental dysfunction.
But ohhhh my mom bought me this awesome hot-pink formal dress today from a thrift store for my birthday, it's full length, strapless, with a black silky ribbon as a belt---she knows I love pink and black together---and most of my camp lingerie outfits are pink and black (kinda my trademark), so NOW I will have something gorgeous to wear to the camp "Victorian Tea Party!" YAYYY!! It's so pretty. I just hope I will be able to get it altered a bit for the bosom. Ahem. A bit tight around the bazoomba's. I already have long black satin gloves, pink and black heels, now all I need is to make a cool mini-top hat and maybe an off-the-shoulder "wrap" to go with it!!
Anyway, have a good weekend, a very nice Easter, and if I don't write to ya tomorrow, I will on Saturday. Pete is going to be gone helping his friend move into her new house, so I'll have time to kill.
Love, Rebecca
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