You say ‘Goats Head’ I say ‘Fuuuu! I have another freaking Rams Head in my foot’
Only, I don’t say it anymore. It’s become a norm. Like stepping on a nail in a doorway you never got around to fixing.
They pierce flip-flops, my dogs paw pads and bare feet in the house.
I pulled a few up tonight before they came to fruition, then got curious, as I usually do – and researched.
Here is the beautiful ground cover before:
So pretty …
see those yellow things? Not flowers – but the spawn of evil flesh delving burrs.
BUT! They do have pretty yellow flowers to throw you off …
(The picture above is not mine, I ‘borrowed’ it from the interwebs – my ‘good’ camera is out of batteries. All other photos are mine – except of course, ‘The More You Know’ logo)
I yanked all I could find, before they could dry out, disconnect and sink their horns into us.
Here’s one after …
Innocent enough eh? Laying there – on my step, without a care in the world (except for the fact that I pulled it ruthlessly by its root from my dog trodden dirt.)
THEN I got curious. What IS this plant.
And ARE you kidding me????
Check this out:
http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/devils-claw-tribulus-terrestris.html
The name of the plant is Tribulus Terrestris. And when those burrs harden, they become this:
You can see why they’re called ‘Rams heads’ or ‘Goats heads’ – although, nerd that I am, I see Yoda in the middle.
Bottom line is, I guess I’m stepping, quite painfully, on a gold mine?
I should harvest these horrors before they are no longer green and cash in on the attributes.
Although, considering I step on one at least once a day, I don’t think they’re in short supply.
Hey, the more you know.
Musings from the Laundromat: The morning after – more thoughts about the strip club
“Close that ipad and let’s go.” Got here late and that was the sentence I just heard from a mom to her son.
It’s no wonder I’m here late – after a long night at the strip joint and early morning eggplant – I’m ready to crawl back into bed. But, the quilt is in the washing machine.
I keep thinking about last night.
I keep thinking about the common thread of how the girls were ‘numb’ to their environment.
Basically robots – doing their routines very routinely.
But it works for them. They get to be home during the day for their children. They get to pay the bills (after tipping out an insane percentage) and they strut their stuff with their significant others permission.
I’m not quite sure I get that part. The amount of money tossed on stage dictated the amount of clothing they tossed off onto the stage. Am I a prude for thinking I wouldn’t want someone I love sharing the intimacy of their body with strangers?
We’ll take ‘prude’ out of the equation, because after all, I was there.
I absolutely didn’t end up leaving there with any sort of judgements.
And I’ll be honest, a part of me would like to cross one stomp across a stage like that off my bucket list – but I’m not brave enough. Not confident enough either.
I mentioned it to the girls, and they all said “Oh you have to! They’ll let you!” Um, no.
I’m 46, flat chested and while I have a routine down in my head that is choreographed to ‘Peek a boo’ by Siouxsie and the Banshees, I’m not ever going to enact that in reality.
I’ve done it in the car plenty of times though. In my head. lol.
Bottom line is, I’m glad we went. And I’m glad I met the ladies who shared their ‘behind the scenes’ with me. They looked after one another and were kind to me.
After the interview, it was sort of sad to watch them dance, because, I felt closer to them.
I was uncomfortable with the leering bachelor party for leering.
But I also knew, the girls were doing their very rehearsed ‘thing’ with every loud click of high heels – and they were living that dance while running their upcoming children’s birthdays through their heads.
My chat with a stripper
So, My honey and I were bored.
“Lets go to that stripper joint!”
It’s only 2 blocks from us.
Yes, a girl tried to kiss me and yes, another girl tried to lap dance my honey. lol. I think he enjoyed it, or at least, I hope he did.
It only took me two songs before I found the bathroom and found the women behind the scenes.
I asked for interviews, but they had to be back on stage. Or, were scared to talk. As the evening carried on, I had strippers sitting beside me next to the stage and telling me their life stories! Amazing.
But it was full on tits out, deadline situation before I finally I convinced one lovely lady to talk to me on camera in their dressing (undressing?) area.
I spent my time being amazed by their abilities on the pole and being amazed by the stories I pried out of them.
I’m pretty ruthless.
I have a goal.
I needed to know WHY were they there?
The money.
Bottom line, the money.
All 5 girls I talked to had a family, and kids, and hopes and dreams.
And all 5 talked about poles that were not safe, not being escorted to their cars at night – situations that were not conducive to safety at all!
Here I was, sneaking an interview in a no cameras allowed establishment, and begging them for info. I promised them ‘No names’ and they gave me that.
This is me in the middle of two amazing chicks.
Who are doing what they can, with what they have.
And yeah, I gave them my name and number because, I know they are more than their bodies.
And I think I found ‘my thing’. I think I love sneaking in and interviewing people. Maybe, one day, I’ll be a journalist.
The day I ‘fan girled out’ and became a domestic Goddess
I’ve not had time to cook – and need to be in the mood. We’ve been eating crap. I’m not going to lie. Ready made meals for the men of the house, and as for me? I eat when I’m hungry only and will participate in anything that is available.
So I downloaded a recipe or two and was determined to make them!
Eggplant Lasagna – which I’ve never made, but have enjoyed. And, I knew I had to make some quiches again.
3 day weekend – perfect time to do this!
Oh, and as for the fan girling – that has everything to do with the Force Friday – the Force Awakens released some toys, and if you’re any kind of consistent follower of mine, you know I’m a total action figure/collectible nerd and was eager to see what was out!
Why do I love Star Wars?
George Lucas was quoted as saying he made movies he wanted to watch.
I remember pretending to be the Princess on the primary school playground.
I had the original action figures – (where, oh WHERE are they now?!)
It fed my fantasy mind.
When Empire Strikes Back came out, I squealed in the theater. I did the same for the next 4 movies – regardless of their merit. I. Love. Star Wars.
End of story.
So, today, we went and checked out the toys! I couldn’t buy any, but SO wanted Luke. (We have to assume there’s a flashback, because he’s young in this action figure AND there’s one of Darth!)
(Yeah, you can see they were pretty much sold out – but there’s Luke. 😦 I wanted him to come home with me.)
In the second photo from the top, you can see the figure gripping my finger. I think it wanted to come home with me too. 😉
OK. So after fan girling out, we went to the 99 cent store.
This is where I vent.
I paid freaking $3.00 per piece for the eggplants I needed at Safeway. When we were in the 99 cent store, guess what I stumbled upon??
Seriously???????????
We left with a 10 pound bag of potatoes for 99 cents by the way.
I’m definitely shopping there first for produce from now on!
OK! So the domestic Goddess part.
I made the infamous $6.00 eggplant lasagna.
Which, was more labor intensive than I thought – but SO worth it. Delicious!!!!
Was also the first time I worked with Ricotta cheese, and it was fun!
Then I did the quiches.
The men of the house are dubious about the eggplant, but loopy over the quiche – which is good.
It’s so nice to have fresh, homemade food in the house. Having an extra day off was a definite motivator to be in the domestic mood today.
If they don’t cotton to the eggplant lasagna, I’m fine with that. It’s mine! ALL MINE! Muah-ha-ha!!!!!!!!
I did make them take a bite though, and they both liked it.
Dammit.
Wishing all of you a happy weekend – and … may the force be with you!
Musings from the laundromat: YMCA edition
I don’t know if this is going to sound politically correct, but it is what it is – I was totally alone here at the laundromat, then in came a tall, handsome black man and a sweet Mexican in a cowboy hat at the same time and all I could think of? “Half the village people are here!”
I’m sticking by it.
I went on to think, “And I’m the pasty white girl totally ruining the illusion.”
In other news, saw this on a friends page and loved it so much I had to share it with you.
So true, and I don’t know about you, but I really need to learn to live this. So unhealthy to live any other way. I constantly beat myself up about the past and I’m always worrying about the future. I’m missing so many ‘now’ moments in the process.
So today, I need to enjoy my Sunday. Stay in the moment. Maybe eat something really bad for me, because my shorts are falling off as I walk around the laundromat. Time to fatten up a bit and find my ‘happy’. Yup.
And …
Now let’s dance – throw those hands up!
Debauchery Soup 