Yes... Im a Twirling Star!

Friends, I am obsessed with the twirling baton. Yes, I just said "twirling baton"...

For those of you who don't know what a "baton" is, it's a light metal rod that is used for keeping time, twirling and juggling in a marching band.

I've posted a few pictures as you'll see throughout this blog post. My hope for you, is after reading this post and viewing the pictures, you'll understand the true greatness of baton twirling.

I've been obsessed with batons for years. Ever since I was about 8 years old. Now, I'm sure some of you might think this is some type of "sexual" thing for me. Well, I'm here to tell you it wasn't....NOT when I was a little girl...SICKO!!

It's only been recently that I've noticed how "sexual" this device could be perceived. I mean, what am I suppose to think when I read the following description for a baton

"This chrome-plated steel shafts and the hexagon ball & tip will help stop the baton from sliding out of your delicate fingers and rolling on the floor when dropped."

Yeah, my thoughts exactly...

Please be warned that if you ever do attempt to master the art of baton twirling, it could be deadly or at least kinda painful. As I learned in my many years of secret baton twirling... black eyes, bruised foreheads and a fat lower lip isn't out of the question. (those hexagon balls & tips are dangerous, trust me on this...)

Whenever this happens, I usually tell people, I had some rough sex that got a little out of hand. Most of the time, they seem to drop it after that...

Let's face it folks,it's like a miniature pole dance. The entire act spews sexual undertones and eroticism. Let me break it down for you.

You've got the hat, which displays authority and would turn anyone on. Then you have the little tunic/jacket resembling some type of military attire, again, big turn on.

Then we have the tight, boy cut shorts, followed by a pair of sexy bare legs, ending in white cowboy boots. (Which by the way, in my opinion are like the stiletto heels for marching band majorettes.)

Some nights, when no one's looking, I secretly look at different baton twirling wedsites hoping to find the shiniest, steel shafts with balls & tips to die for. Just the thought alone, sorta sends tingles through my body and I get all kinds of excited, WOO!

I've been asked "But, why baton twirling RevRee?" My answer might make some of you uncomfortable, but I can only answer this with complete honesty... dexterity, flexibility and strength for masturbation and hand jobs...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

May 28th marks the 29 years and 9 month anniversary that my parents succeeded in one of their greatest achievements of their lives... my conception!

Last year I put together a list of things I wanted to do for my 28th year celebration. So today my dear friends, I'd like to go back and observe that list to see how many "goals" I've actually accomplished since my last birthday...

• See the Ocean .....NO



• Have sex on public property...NO



• Learn to play the guitar...NO



• Run a marathon...NO
  
  
• Make out in the rain...NO
  
  
• Go fishing at midnight...NO
  
  
• See a Major League Baseball game...NO



• Go to a Tom Jones concert...NO



• Go skinny dipping...NO



• Watch the movie "IT"...NO



• Finish my Screenplay...NO

Well, ha ha ha wow...*cough* it umm... looks like I ummm... haven't actually accomplished one single "goal" in the entire year! Good lord, how embarrassing!

Don't get me wrong though. The year since my last birthday, has be one crazy trip and I did accomplish many things, such as...

• Moved to a new state



• Got a new and better job



• Met an amazing man



• Became debt free



• Purchased an iPod shuffle



• Watched every season of Battlestar Galactica that's out on DVD
  
  
• Watched every season of Doctor Who that's out on DVD
  
  
• Found out I'm a "D" cup instead of a "C" cup
  
  
• Shaved it bare...



• Became a member of the Blockbuster Rewards program



• Created many slogans for Chicken

See, I have done quite a few things since my last birthday. Just because they aren't on that list and I haven't even seen the ocean yet, I am still somebody, damnit!

Since this is the start of a new birthday year, I'm going to add a few things to my already long list of goals.

• Buy a new car



• Have sex in a tent while camping



• Play an entire round of golf using left handed club



• Get a dining room table for my empty dining room



• Play Halo 3
  
  
• Walk on hot coals
  
  
• Flash my breastes at someone while driving
  
  
• Learn to pole dance
  
  
• Take down the red & white Christmas lights on my deck

There you have it people. It's been documented on this blog and now it's law. I will reach these goals this year. I refuse to go in to my 30th year of existence not having accomplished any thing on this list.

We only have one life to live...at least that's what I believe. And I think we should do everything in our power to make it the best life possible.

Even when life suck and you think there's nothing left...please remember, as I try to remind myself everyday, life is an amazing adventure only we can experience ourselves.

We shouldn't let the stresses of life and the fears of living detour us from accomplishing goals, speaking our minds, spending time with friends and family, saying "I love you", taking a moment to smile, and having lots of sex!...

WARNING, WARNING!!!

Folks, I have something very serious and very disturbing to warn you about. I really hate that I have to use my blog to share this with you, but I feel I need to alert each and ever one of you.

Please pay attention my friends, because this could happen to you...

If a man comes to your front door and says he is "conducting a survey" and asks you to show him your ass, DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT show him your ass!

Friends, this is a scam and these people only want to see your ass. They're sick and twisted monsters, who happen to love ass.

I only wish someone would have warned me about this perverted, self-indulgent, travesty before it was to late...

Now, I feel so stupid and cheap...

Doctor Who, Who?

My fellow blogging friends. I've suddenly realized something about myself... something I didn't want to face... something I was so afraid to share with anyone in fear of them thinking differently about me.

It took some time, some soul searching and a lot of prayer. After much meditation on this very important issue, I've come up with the courage to share with you, what I'm about to say...

Folks, friends, loved ones, I'm, I'm... My name is RevRee, I'm addicted to Doctor Who and I'm a Sci-Fi Chick.

Listen, you can judge me all you want. You can look down at me with your pointy noses and say to yourselves, "Look at RevRee, she disgust me. The shame of it all, how will she be able to face her family ever again?, Does her pseudo boyfriend know about this?"

I've hidden this long enough and I think it's about time I come out shouting at the top of my lungs, in a scream of sheer pleasure, "I AM A NERD!!!"

I've been in denial about this for a very long time. It has slowly been creeping up to me, but It didn't occur to me until just recently when I started watching the newest seasons of Doctor Who.

I'm sure you're all trying to contemplate how this ever got started. Well, I think I can remember when it all began.

I was around the young age of 8 years old. Every Friday night, I'd tune in to the Public Broadcasting Service (PBS) to watch a show called "Doctor Who"

Back in the day, I was amazed, intrigued, thrilled and in awe over the infamous "Doctor". I wanted so badly to ride in that time machine called the "Tardis" (Pictured above) and see the universe! At that time, the "Doctor" was played by a much older actor named Tom baker. As you can see in the picture to your left, he wasn't the most attractive male...

Anyway, as I grew older, puberty, high school, sex, college, men, sex... took a greater roll in my life...you know how it is... ANYWAY, I stopped watching and slowly forgot all about the "Doctor" tucking him far, far away in my precious, imaginative, creative, mind...

Now, nearly 20 years later...yes I said 20 freakin' years, I've been awakened and my Sci-Fi chick juices are flowing and I can't seem to stop!

After watching the first and second seasons of the new Doctor Who, played by David Tennant, (pictured to your left) this guy, is fantastic! And I'm not just saying that simply because I might find him to be freakin HOT!!! I'd ride in his "Tardis" anyday... *cough*...

Look, all I'm trying to say is, I think I have a problem. I've already finished watching all of the newest episodes of Doctor Who, I'm now in the process of watching, or have recently finished watching, TorchWood, Battlestar Galactica, The Lost Room and Heroes.

Is there an ending to this? I have no idea. Every night I can't wait to cuddle up on my couch, wrapped in my blanket and see what's gonna happen next in the sci-fi world.

I can't wait to have an in depth discussion with my pseudo boyfriend about Battlestar Galactica. It's gotten so bad, I'm embarrassed to say, I become slightly aroused when we have our sci-fi talks...

That isn't weird or anything, is it?...