Happy Weekend....

Hi Steve,

Happy Mothers Day weekend....I know you'll be thinking about your mom and remembering all the great times you had with her.  It is a bittersweet day.  Take comfort in knowing that you are still loved, and very missed, by not only those of us crazy females around you here and now, but by her too.  A mother's love for her son never dies.

I miss my grandmother a lot.  She died in 1997.  But, right now, I am lucky to still have my mom, living with me, and we spend every day together.  I will definitely have fond memories of that when she is gone.  We're going to visit Pete's mom on Sunday and take both mom's out for lunch.  Florence is 92 years old, and still going strong.  Unbelievable.  I don't know if I would like to live to be 92.  I think the way this world is going, I'd rather just say goodbye at a much younger age than that.

Do you realize I have written to you 671 times so far?  Good Lord.  What a long-winded broad I am.  You'd think by now I'd run out of stuff to write to you about.  NOPE!! I always have some kind of useless trivial knowledge to spew to anyone who will listen.  Most women DO, ya know.  *WINK!

Well, I'm off to bed after re-watching Iron Man 1, and tomorrow we're going to see Iron Man 3.  I love love love Robert Downey Junior, ever since I was a teenager.  He's a sexy beast.  I never would set foot in a movie theater to watch a sci-fi movie---the only reason I saw Star Wars was because I was like, 12 years old or something, and stuck in a car at the drive-in with my parents.  But, ever since Pete has warped my brain by marrying me---and he did quite a job, lemme tell ya---now I'm all into it.  We watch Doctor Who a lot.  I'm now into Tom Baker, the 5th Doctor, he's so cool.  Love that scarf!!

Anyway, so times change. People change.  Life changes. In fact, the only sure thing IN life is change.  In fact, as PROOF of my statement, I have noticed lately that Neal Schon has NOT written anymore drama about his life, his soap opera, or his revenge-mode on his ex-wife and mother-in-law.  I have no doubt that he's still enveloped in it, at this point.  But, at least he keeps it to himself now.  I told him he shouldn't give anyone that kind of power over him like that, silly boy.  It just makes him look like the bully on the playground, as well as a whiny ass wimp.  Maybe, just maybe, he can change too.  A little.

I know YOU have changed, since I've known OF you, at least.  I have no illusion that I actually "know" you, but of course, like every fan, we feel like we DO to some degree, know you.  I would so love to curl up at your feet, with my head in your lap, and just sit quietly, talking and getting to know the real Steve Perry.  That has been my most comforting thought EVER throughout my whole life.  Any time I was having problems, upset, sadness, etc., that thought made me feel like I'd been hugged. And sometimes that's all a woman needs.

Well, I'm off to bed.  I love ya, and if I didn't, I sure as HELL wouldn't sit here and write 671 posts to you, nearly every day, for the past.....how the hell long has it been?!  I don't even remember. Two years maybe?  Three?  Great googa mooga, I really need to get a life.  Ah, but you love me, and I know it.  You love reading this drivel, and secretly, you enjoy me.  That's cool with me, though, I'm ok with that. Just keep it to yourself and for GOD'S SAKE do NOT write about it on Facebook. That's all I ask.

Did I mention that there are only THIRTEEN DAYS until CAMP?!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Bye for now.

Love, Rebecca