I hope your week was a good one. Everybody on Facebook is going wild over the new Classic rock AOR magazine that features Infinity-era photos and highlights of Journey. I am going to order one, because THAT is the kind of collectible that I love. For some reason, I seem to have become the "provider of all Steve Perry paraphernalia," lately---not sure how I got that title---but I've got several ladies asking me to make them things. I just sent one a frame wreath of photos, another one wants a
t-shirt with your face on it, and someone else asked me for a Steelers hat, in trade for some jewelry that SHE makes with your face on it. Now, I don't want to break any rules or anything, but shouldn't YOU be getting a little something for all this?! I'm sure we could work something out. WINK!! Don't worry, no money is exchanging hands. I promise. I have no interest in making a profit off of you, like SOME people we won't mention who are lead guitarists for Journey. Ahem.
Well, anyway, here comes another weekend! It was the first day of spring yesterday (or so they say) but we had snow again today. Sigh. What a load of hooey. I'm so ready to call a landscaper company and get them to get this yard looking spiff-a-doo for spring. But, with snow, that just won't happen. Pete hired an Amish guy to come and take a look around our house, talking about getting an estimate for raising our roof. We have a cape-cod style house with slanted walls upstairs, (built for kids), and he really wants to raise the roof so that we can hang things on the walls and have more space. The Amish dude came back with an estimate of $110,000!!! Holy CRAP. Might as well buy a new house!!
But, Pete is a dreamer. It probably won't happen. I told him before we get any kind of loan, he should talk to our realtor about the comps in the area and what our expected ROI would be (return on investment). If we price it out of the market, we'll be stuck living here until we die. So we'll see. All I know is, I got some new cushions for the wicker patio furniture (I'm going to spray paint it all a light teal color), so I'm ready to get outside and make our porch look spiff-a-doo too. Go away snow!!
So, over the weekend we traveled to DC for Frazier's birthday. He's the dude who owns the Crucible club, and hosts the Camp we go to every summer. He just turned 70. (SEE?! YOU ARE YOUNG)! So don't give me that crap about "your old voice," either, Mister. Frazier plays guitar and sings in a band, and they performed at his birthday party all night. If he can do it at 70, then you got NO excuse! Let go of that silly expectation of society that 70 is "too old" to rock and roll, cause honey, it ain't.
During the birthday party, I got suckered into doing all kinds of stuff for camp this year. I now have several projects to work on. I am making "gold coin" (plastic) curtains----just gluing them onto ribbon and tying them to the tent poles like a curtain. The theme of our camp this year is "treasure island." So now I get to make a ton of those. Then, I was asked if I would like to be in charge of our naked women's party. SURE, why not, I said. (Subbie women like me have a hard time saying NO). And of course, now that I'm "in charge" of the whole thing, I want to make some changes.
I mean, it's all fine and dandy to have a couple men come in and rub our feet while we have drinks and chocolate…but, really, we could do so many MORE fun things. I'm now making a roulette wheel with tiny plastic penis pegs, (just for shits and giggles), to win "prizes," and I'm going to make a bunch of hats and stuff, and maybe bring the sybian along for everybody to take a turn riding. Or, a glory hole wall with a few men behind it (no faces, no names, just a wanker hanging through a hole thankyouverymuch), for us to fondle and mess around with. I mean, DAMN, it's a NAKED WOMEN'S PARTY for cripes' sake!
I've already got plastic leis, but I need to find sticky round things that have naughty sayings on them for our boobies. Oh yeah, I'm not just going to have a lame party. I'm thinking I will wear a pink and black feather boa, and a pink and black lacey baseball cap, and maybe even pink and black high heels. We'll pig out on decadent desserts, have some good drinks, maybe play "pin the penis on the man," if I can get our friend Painboy to join us. (He'd love it). Or maybe get a volunteer for "ring toss" on the penis. We'd need a fluffer, for sure. I'm sure we wouldn't have any problem finding a few.
I don't know, I just have a lot of fun and naughty ideas. (Don't I always)?! hehehehehe I'm a bad bad girl, what can I say. You love it, or you wouldn't sit here reading this drivel every other day. So don't give me that "gasp, you're so naughty" BS, you knew that from day one!! Just suck it up buttercup.
Ah well, then I was asked to be the Winter Solstice Croan/Queen character, to read the book to all the Littles who will be at camp. That means I need an all white, billowy dress, a mask, and some white hair. I gotta look the part, apparently….but if it's 90 degrees, forget the pancake makeup. I'm pale enough as it is! Sooooooo, oh yeah, and Pete was asked to be Santa. See, the theme of the Littles' camp is "Xmas." That means they will have Xmas trees, presents, and things along those lines. Since Pete and I are planning to stay in the Littles' cabin this year, we of course, agreed to do all this stuff.
Littles, by the way, are adults who get stress relief by dressing like little kids, and doing little kid things, like coloring in color-books, riding tricycles, etc. They have a lot of fun, being silly, and I love 'em. In fact, I know for sure that I have a little Little inside of me too. I think the common denominator of Littles is that they had to grow up too fast, and didn't have much of a childhood, so they are now enjoying being a kid, in a grown-up body. I mean, at age 10, I knew my dad was cheating on my mom, and my therapist in college told me that at that point, I became an adult-child. I was suddenly thrust into the adult world of betrayal and lies, dealing with the betrayal of the father, who was also alcoholic, (so that also makes me an Adult Child of an Alcoholic). Seems only textbook for me to want to be a kid NOW, because I never really got much of a childhood then. Know what I mean?
Anyway, some people just don't get that. They think grown adult people who wear diapers or want to be a kid and dress like one are "sick," but really they are intelligent, hilarious, creative people who are giving in to their need for being a kid when they never really had that chance AS a real kid. It's a good healthy release of stress, and frankly I'm all for it. Anything that enables people to deal with high stress jobs or lives and gets their stress relieved in some way they enjoy without hurting others, is ok with me.
Ah well, this may all just be gibberish to you, I don't know, but for me it makes perfect sense.
Here's a throwback Thursday couple of photos of me, with my best friend Laurie in the 1980's…..
Back then, Laurie was the wild one, the partier, the one who lost her virginity at 16. I, however, was always the designated driver, didn't wear makeup, didn't make out with boys yet, and never drank or smoked anything. I didn't "party." I was always the responsible, straight-A kind of goody-goody chick. I played the flute, I read lots of books, I loved Shakespeare, and studied the Holocaust.
Hence, NOW, can you see why being wild and silly and naughty is appealing?! I mean, I am 45 years old, with diabetes, high blood pressure, bursitis in my right shoulder, a bit chubby, and still in my pajamas on a Friday at 3 p.m. (I'm being lazy today). And NOW, Laurie is the one who has settled down, had kids, gave up her wild and crazy days---and I'm the one going to an adult naughty BDSM camp every summer, planning roulette wheels with penis pegs, glory hole walls, and sybian rides. NOW, I am the "fun" one!! hehehe Funny how life changes people.
Well, I'm off to the wild blue yonder to start making some of these projects happen. Only 63 days left until camp!!!! WOOOOOOO!!! I wish you could come along. THAT would be an ultimate flippin' awesome fantasy come true for me. You would never be the same, I guarantee that!!! hehehehe But, I also guarantee you would have a BLAST and be much happier knowing that you can let loose and just be yourself, without criticism, paparazzi, or any of the stress. Doesn't that sound awesome to you?!!
The invitation is always open.
Bye for now, my sweet troubadour that I love dearly…..have a great weekend. Oh, and if that statement of yours, regarding "starting up a band sometime soon," in the AOR magazine is true, then I'm thrilled for you!!! (And I'm happy that you're doing what makes YOU happy).
Next weekend I'm off to DC for the memorial service for our friend Jeff who passed away in December. Camp won't be the same without him.
Love, Rebecca
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