Hi Stephen,
Here's a camp memory from 2011...
Did I ever show you this parade float we made from last year? I decorated this life-sized cardboard cutout of the Gilligan's Island characters as BDSM people...the Professor (far left) is a pony (notice the tail and ears, and mane, with a bit in his mouth and reins)...MaryAnn and Ginger torturing poor Gilligan with a ball gag and rope...poor schmuck...Mr. Howell as a sissy boy, and Mrs. Howell as a nurse (ready for medical play), and of course, the Skipper is, well, all I could think of for him was being a pirate. But, I had a blast making this!! It was pretty funny, everybody loved it. I used real stuff to dress them up with, to make it more "3D." I even put a real leather rose in MaryAnn's teeth! hehehe (The smell of leather is almost just as awesome as the smell of a real rose, if you ask me). The poses of the characters were just perfect for this, I mean come on, look at Gilligan! He's just BEGGING to be tied up, hands all clasped together like that...and Ginger with her arm on his shoulder as if to say, "Come with ME little boy, I'll give you some CANDY." hehehehehehe Yeah, I had fun with this thing!
Ah well, so Pete is going to be the Skipper in the musical---which will soon be on BROADWAY, believe it or not----of Gilligan's Island. His "Bye Bye Birdie" play opens tomorrow night. He plays the Paul Lynde part of the father, Arthur MacAfee. (I loved Paul Lynde)!! He was a friggin' riot!! He's been going to rehearsals every night after work, so I haven't seen him very much lately. I have just been keeping busy with doing things around the house and running errands, and some t.v. watching too. It's the only time I can really decide what to watch on the big screen t.v., when he's not home!
Well, I'm gearing up for a visit from 2 of Pete's 4 kids this weekend...then next weekend my sister and her hubby and 2 kids will be coming to visit....and THEN my Uncle Bill will be coming to stay a few days with his girlfriend, and then Pete's OTHER 2 kids are coming that next weekend...or the one after.
So it'll be a busy time for the next month or so. Makes me want to run and hide somewhere. I guess the anticipation of it all is just overwhelming to me. Pete THRIVES on being a social butterfly, he LOVES having guests stay and visit and he is thrilled to entertain them. I, on the other hand, am not as socially-butterfly-ish. I like being alone, to process things and try to figure out my inner thoughts and stuff, just being in a room all quiet, not doing anything...just thinking. Pete can't sit still for 2 minutes. It's really odd, but he drives like a road raged lunatic on drugs---no patience whatsoever. He's got ADD too. But when it comes to people who are jerks and don't deserve the time of day, he has got all the patience in the universe. I just don't get it. This is NOT consistent behavior. I need consistency!
Ah well, I tell him quite often that he's "interrupting my chi." He is one of those overbearing kissy kinda guys, he kisses me too much----all over my face, on my arms, shoulders, etc., like a hundred of them, and it bugs the HELL outta me. Too smothery. I mean, PERSONAL SPACE, ya know?! I am affectionate, sure, but to a POINT. I have never met a man who is so damned KISSY all the time. He wants to slip me the tongue in a french kiss too, but it's just too gross because #1, he has a slimy wet style of french kissing, and #2, his breath is usually BAD because he hardly ever brushes his damned teeth. (THAT gets on my nerves even worse than being too kissy). Then he wonders why I don't like him kissing me all the time. Sheesh. I absolutely loved the way my ex- french kissed me, now THAT was awesome, and I couldn't get enough of it. But, unfortunately, it's all different with Pete.
And he's always horny in the mornings. Why is that?! Are most men that way?? Or is he the exception to the rule? I am NOT a morning person, and he knows that. Yet, he doesn't seem to care. His doctor is giving him Viagra too, AS IF HE NEEDS IT---I told him I am insulted and that if I can't get his willy to stand up, then having a substitute DRUG do it really is NOT much comfort to me at all. He is very focused on his willy. All the time. Wherever we are, whatever we're doing, whatever we happen to be talking about...somehow, his willy is mentioned, or referred to, or alluded to, or insinuated....it's as if that's the only subject he really cares to talk about most of the time. I get rather bored with it, to be honest. I mean, I know, I know, you men all have wonderful willies, and it's amazing just how much you all love them and stuff, but COME ON.
Well anyway, just a wife's observations about her hubby, that's all. Sometimes I just wonder about him and how the HELL did I get into this situation?! My head is still spinning from it all.
Anyway, I guess I don't have a lot to talk about this time around, but I hope you enjoyed your holiday this week, and make it a nice long weekend too. I didn't go out at all yesterday, just stayed home mostly and watched t.v., and listened to the thunder as I watched all the lightening going around the sky. I didn't go to any fireworks or anything either. Nothing compares to the fireworks in DC anyway, and that is what I am used to seeing every year. Everything else seems lame compared to that.
Well, I hope I'll have some time to write a bit during the weekend while Pete's kids are here. I am anticipating Nathan bringing up the subject of moving in with us, and I'm gonna nip that right in the bud immediately, let me tell you. NOT GONNA HAPPEN, my stepson. Nope. Sorry.
I'm barely able to keep my eyes open right now, it's not even 7 p.m. yet!! I just got back from the community swimming pool though, so I'm all relaxed and refreshed...this heatwave is ridiculous. But now I'm zonked, we had a picnic dinner while we were there (my mom and I), so now I'm pooped.
Talk to you again soon....but if I can't write this weekend for some reason, I'll talk to you again on Monday. Have a great weekend, and whatever you do, just make sure you stay sexy and happy.
Love, Rebecca
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