The reason I wear eyeliner and my hair up.
The reason I wear false eyelashes and poof my hair when it is down...is because of Sharon Tate, the most beautiful woman I have seen!
I have 4 brothers and one sister. We are of Lithuanian descent. That means, we sing, dance and party like there is no tomorrow. And we're great entertainment at Weddings, First Holy Communions, Bar Mitzvahs and Funerals!
MEET MY SIBLINGS:
GREG
Greg thinks he's an American Indian. Sta-a-a-conta-wakea is the name he chose. Don't ask...we believe something happened during his birth or right after perhaps...we're not sure of the time frame. At least that's the story we're sticking to! He speaks in all kinds of different accents, which always cracks the family up. He also gags at bodily fluids! Watching him gag is so funny! Really, if you ever meet him, make him gag, you'll have the time of your life!
When we were young, Greg used to slap the bottoms of our feet and tickle us until we cried when he baby sat us. Can we say: Hello - Child Protective Services? haha
All Greg has ever wanted was solitude. You know a room around a table, a house around a room, a wall around a house, a moat around a wall, a few acres around a moat, etc...when I say solitude, I mean SOLITUDE!
MARK
Mark is otherwise known as the overachieving sibling from hell, Uncle Mark, Uncle Bucks and OH NO, why does Mark want to talk to me?
Mark always had a way of making you second guess yourself, even as a young tot...did I really want to play with my Barbie or perhaps do something constructive that would help me be a more self assured adult when I grew up. I chose my Barbie!
Mark loved sports, still does! He would read sports magazines all the time...well that is, when he wasn't reading his "nudey" magazines that he hid under his matress. Of course mom and dad would NEVER think Mark would read anything like that! "No, Greg's the little perv in the family, not our Mark!" Oh boy! Parents, they just don't know what siblings know, huh? *giggle*
One time Greg caught Mark trying to steal money out of his piggy bank. He looked at Greg and said, 'Well, you'd blame it on Paul anyway." See, he made Greg second guess himself! Gosh he was good!
He loves to play games...wait, scrap that, he loves to WIN games. Ugh! On family trips he'll bug the crap out of you JUST to play a game, so he can win and he ALWAYS wins, then he gets mad when you don't want to play anymore. Hi, yes, I DIDN'T WANT TO PLAY IN THE FIRST PLACE! haha
One thing I love about Mark, beside how he reminds me how much he makes every minute or how many Emmy's he's won...is that he's the one you go to when you get all "woman emotional" about something. He'll slap you right back down to earth with his common sense. That's why he is the Big Boss! But while others shake in their boots when they have explain something to him...I, as his sister can say, "Shut up Mark, I did it 'cause I wanted to! MOM! Mark's bugging me!" Yes, we still do that and we're middle aged. Isn't it GRAND! He loves me and tells me so and he finds me "interesting."
New Years Eve 1977, Mark told me, I'd never meet nor marry Ian. When I did marry Ian, he was there to witness it. Outside the church he proclaimed: "Ok, you made your point!" OMGOSH I finally won! LOL
Here is my homage to Mark:
PAUL
Paul was the one who was always in trouble. Doesn't every family have that *1* child. I think Jimmy Osmond was his family's trouble maker! HAHA
Paul would get up Christmas morning really early, unwrap his Christmas gifts, rewrap them and go back to sleep. You'd find Paul "borrowing" money from Greg...all of the time. Once on the day Mark got his cast removed from his leg, Paul p*ssed him off! Oh boy, Mark chased him around the outside of the house until Paul stopped him by sticking out a golf club to trip Mark. Yep, you guessed it, Mark fell and broke the same leg. One could hear the sound of Dad's belt against Paul's butt all the way in the next township.
Paul liked to play games too, especially board games. He loved Risk! You see, when Paul would play, he'd get "allies"...then, he and his allies would take over other people's countries, then finally Paul would take over his allies countries. Paul should have been a politician!
GARY
Gary is the sweetest person in the world! Even as a kid, Gary was sweet. Then he grew up to be a cop! AHHHH hahaha. Naw, he's still sweet, like my Grandmom Maggie was.
Gary's loves to say things like, "Gosh darn it!" "OH geez!" "Dang gumit!" Those are Gary's curse words...don't you love it? And, he is Paul's twin! Go figure.
One momentous moment in my relationship with Gary was the day I took $3.00 dollars from him and wouldn't give it back. He chase me all around the house ( we tended to chase each other in our family). I ran to my room and slammed the door shut...LOCK! Oh, and I laughed and laughed! "Gosh Darn it, Wendy! OPEN THE DOOR!" Bang, Bang, Bang! And I laughed some more...in fact I laughed until I hear a RIIIIIP! I stopped...I broke into a sweat! He didn't...oh no, he wouldn't! I opened the door, and there my brother stood with this sick look on his face, holding the ripped remains of my "Ian" place mat I had hanging on my bedroom door. At that moment, Gary experienced what he never wanted to experience, a teenage girl in distress! "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Shhhh, Wendy...SHHHH, I'm sorry...SHHHHHH, PLEASE!" Then it happened, Mom came upstairs. When she found out what happened she hit Gary with her ever present, child whooping dish cloth and yelled: "ANYTHING BUT HER BAY CITY ROLLER STUFF!" Neener, neener! Then I had to give him back his $3.00. I never did that again!
Oh wait, I have one more story! Again, I was still a teenager, about 15 and Gary was 19, and we were having dinner. I was to Mom's right, Gary was to her left, Maria next to me and Dad at the end. The rest of the family wasn't living at home anymore. Anyway...Gary was making fun of me, per usual and I jokingly picked up my chocolate milk and pretended to throw it at him. Ok, wrong move! Gary picked up his hand to block the glass and knocked into it. ALL of the milk flew out of the glass, all over my mother's face! You could have heard a pin drop, until Mom took her ever present, child whooping dish cloth and started beating ME with it! It was Gary's fault, Dang gumit!
MARIA
Maria was my first best friend.
These words HAD to be written for her: How do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you catch a cloud and pin it down? That is SO her!
She was the pretty one...I was the smart one! Her Barbie doll was picture perfect while there just seemed something "not right" with mine. Her Ken doll was handsome...my Ken doll's hair stuck up in the air, his beard wouldn't stay on, and he just was a bit effeminate, as Ken dolls go. Her Barbie and Ken weren't married, lived together and had a child, and this was 1968 folks - Maria was always, unfortunately, ahead of her time. Mine were married, slept in separate beds and adopted a troll. Trix-Ann to be exact. Goodness she was butt ugly. As we got older, art seemed to imitate life. In not all aspects mind you...but I have to admit...I'm a gay man magnet. If there is a gay man in a 100 yard radius...the next thing ya know, I'm his new best buddy! LOL
I have Tourette Syndrome. If you don't know what that is...Google it! This is your assignment for today, if you should so wish to accept it. I expect a full report emailed to me!
I don't curse unless you make me mad! So that whole thing about people with Tourette's curse all the time, is a fallacy...it's a small percentage! A tiny, wittle, itsy, bitsy, percentage! The rest of us just use it as an excuse! LOL Hey, you do what you need to do.
I do twitch and jerk and cluck and have tics and blow kisses for no reason at all! Oh wait, I have Tourette's, that's why I do it! UGH...it gets really annoying at times, but such is life, huh? But you've got to admit...wouldn't you want a friend who does all that in public? Just ask Tammi, my best friend...I know she thinks Tourettes ROCKS! *snort*
I found this great statement made by some professor:
...Tourette Syndrome is in large part a disease that occurs mostly in other people's heads. It is the disease of other people's opinions and prejudices. Without other people, Tourette Syndrome would be nothing but mannerisms! Sometimes I wonder who should really be in treatment...
Blah, Blah, Blah! Tourette Syndrome is annoying! Mostly to other people. Let's call it like it is and not be so PC about it! I can't help it, and others can't help getting agitated by my "mannerisms!" Dang, those things piss me off too! My husband once said..."It's f***ing annoying... (See, he curses and doesn't have TS!)...but you can't help it!" (And he can't help cursing because he's Irish.)
Yada, yada, yada...enough of this pity party! I have Tourette's...it will never go away and others get tired of watching me do weird ass stuff...but that's what makes the world go round!
I hate Tourette's! There, I said it!
However, having said all that...it has been said that people with Tourette's are highly intelligent and very creative! Ok, I'll buy that, I have to be happy about something with this syndrome! Oh and they are EXTREMELY humble too! *grin*
Right...moving on...this was in August 1976 with my friend Monica. Notice the "almost" BCR hair cut - Tuftie. I cried when I got this cut. I said, I look like those Gay City Rollers! WAAAAH!
Then...I became a Bay City Roller Fan when I was 14! What happen, Ian Mitchell did. The only reason I liked the group. Dig my hair..."Feathers" were THE thing!
I wanted to grow up and marry my favorite, Ian...so I did! He said: "Well, someone had to!
Have you ever seen such a beautiful face?
Ian had said he should have been a priest...and the two times he did, a Pope died...the next time a Pope died, it was because he was just old. That was Pope John Paul II - "The Papa" as I and many others called him. He rocked...he was 1/2 Lithuanian! That's for all you trivia buffs. Anyway, when he died in April 2005, and they elected a new Pope...look who showed up on the Papal balcony!
Isn't he a kick in the pants? How did he pull that one off? Crazy guy! That's why I married him...he's a good time waiting to happen!
Here he is all grown up...he's still my number 1 boyfriend! In fact...he's my only boyfriend!
One thing that was never told to me was..."Roller wife" life isn't that glamorous! What's that saying? Be careful what you wish for. lol!
I had a radio show with my friends in Haddon Twp., NJ. Rollin' on Saturday Night! We played Roller songs and other 70's hits...once behind the mic, I realized, I LOVED it!
I am still BCR fan...old habits die hard, I guess. However, thank goodness the obsession part had worn off by 1980! Still, if you ever go to a Rollerfest...you'll see how much fun being a "fan" really is! I think we BCR fans ROCK!
Ian and I went to Australia in Nov. 2005 for a Bay City Rollers fest! Wow! What a great time! I climbed the Sydney Habour Bridge with my friend Julie! I am deathly afraid of heights, but I did it...I had too...because it was there!
Then I went to Mexico during Christmas 2005 with the family. I usually find 1 gorgeous guy per cruise and take his picture...again, I didn't fail. Ladies, THIS is Francisco!
Yeah...he's a hottie huh? Thank goodness I was the only experienced rider...the poor guy was so sick of people not knowing how to ride, he hung with me somewhat. It was a tough job, but hey, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do...and this guy was "do-able!" LOL Ok, you know us married women! Oh geez, I look like such a tourist!
The picture of Frannie and me was taken in Zihuatanejo. Remember this scene from Shawshank Redemption?
ANDY: Think you'll ever get out of here?
RED: Sure. When I got a long white beard and about three marbles left rolling around upstairs.
ANDY: Tell you where I'd go. Zihuatanejo.
RED: Zihuatanejo?
ANDY: Mexico. Little place right on the Pacific. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory.
Ok, I flat down couldn't remember what movie the town was from. I was like...Zihuatanejo, Zihuatanejo...what movie was this town mentioned? My brother Gary said: "Cartagena is from Romancing the Stone." I was like, yeah, ok...we're talking about Zihuatanejo. After the 30th time of saying it and being slapped upside the head by my brother, I gave up and waited until I "googled" it on the net. It was driving me crazy!
This is Phil...I found him on a cruise ship in 2002. Thank the good Lord I was wearing make-up when this pic was snapped!
We were on our way to Mexico. What is it about Mexico and gorgeous men? Where does wax from waxless candles go? Why was Fred and Ethel so friendly with Lucy and Ricky? How did Tom Cruise ever get an acting job? Hmmmmm? Questions we shall always ponder.
Now to me, hot guys come in all shapes and sizes.
Colors.
Ages.
Sexual Orientation. Love my gays!
Attitudes.
Wig styles and dress sizes!
Here's another hottie that I've met!
He worked with my best friend, Tammi. Here is my poem about him:
This is Alex,
He's HOT!
I know him,
you don't!
I can touch him,
you can't...
'cause he won't let you!
The last line was written by Tammi...it's an inside joke and yes...we're laughing!
Then there's a 1970's teen idol hottie I've met. Tony *sigh* DeFranco! Here he is when he was a teen heartthrob!
Here he is as a grown up heartthrob! Yeah, I was sweating! Right before this picture was taken, I was having a sausage sandwich....and you guessed it, I choked on my sausage while trying to speak to him! Freudian slip? You tell me!
Mama Mia! Now that's a spicy Italian!
But WAIT - there's more! Keith Partridge himself...David Cassidy! YAWZAH YUMMY!
And if you call now you get...Davy Jones too! Yeah, I grew...he didn't!
And as an added bonus...you get Micky Dolenz! How's that for a "1/2" a barrel of "Monkees?"
This is MY ultimate hottie! The sexiest man on the planet! Carl *sigh* Driggs from Paul Revere and the Raiders. I love Cuban men! We met when I was 22 and he was 35. I had never seen anything sexier in a ruffle shirt, thigh high boots and tight pants in my life! I remember him asking a friend of mine if I'd have a drink with him. I think I couldn't have gotten over there fast enough. Thirty minutes later it was kinda like...yeah, he's very nice and the drink was great, the end. Still I saw the band often and there was always a nice chat between us.
Fast forward 15 years. My friend Kathy and I went to see the band again. Gosh he was still yummy. I said my hellos and didn't see him again for another 2 years. Then I had a chance to chat with him at the Fremont Street Experience where I worked in PR and Marketing. Carl had became a Christian and a husband and a father! I was thrilled for him! Still sexy after all these years. Men like Carl are God's way of saying, "Have a nice day!" ;) Here is a picture we took at the Fremont Street Experience.
Oh and one more...Tim Gunn from Project Runway. He's hot and he's gay...therefore I want to "touch" him! He is the bomb!
Anyway...moving right along...
My husband and I had 19 pet rats (The Tatties) in 10 years...we lost our last one in Nov, 2005. His name was Oku.
My faves were Tomomi, Musashi, Oku, Taro and most of all...Noriko-Millicent-Liza-Minnelli-Melissa-Etheridge who sometimes thinks, she's very much Vivica A. Fox!
We just called her Noriko-Millicent. I want to write a children's book about her and her silly thoughts...it's not easy, writing that is. I can "tell" Noriko stories, but to write it down for a book...yeah...who knows when that will happen. One of her last silly thoughts was going to Madagascar and building homes for the homeless. Not that building homes is silly, it was the trip to Madagascar. I mean, she's a Rat for goodness sakes, wouldn't she have to go into quarantine? See what I mean about being "unique?" Do you really think Noriko-Millicent had that thought? Do you really think she'd be allowed in to Madagascar? Do you really think she could build homes with no thumbs? How would she hold the hammer? Think about all that I've just said...and get back to me on it!
Yeah...that's all she wrote, for now!