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Musings from the Laundromat: Pedicures & Pole Dancing

It has come to my attention that I can’t stay up late anymore.

My 47th birthday brought with it such gifts as: Inability to sleep through the night without peeing at least once, Feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck if I don’t see the back of my eyelids by 10 p.m. at the latest and even more scary face wrinkles when I look down and my iPad reflects my image.

Thanks 47.

Thanks a lot.

You REALLY shouldn’t have.

But! It is what it is and I, being who I am, will continue to do what I shouldn’t and last night I tested the powers of 47’s gifts and am regretting it as I sit typing.

Let’s start from the beginning.

As part Deux of my birthday, my mum collected me for a pedicure.  It’s been a looooong time.

My feet were starting to resemble something that looked directly at Medusa.

We were greeted by a  beautiful Asian lady – and both given a bottle of water.

Considering it was 120 degrees outside, this was like being handed a bar of gold.

Once in the chairs with our feet in the water, I was ready to take a nap.

The chairs massaged … The water bubbled, I reclined and was already in paradise.

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Oh!  My view from my chair?  This guy.  He was HUGE and odd and I loved him.

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My pedicurist arrived at my feet and opened a sterile packet containing all his necessary pedi instruments, then took one look at my feet and got up to go to the back.

I turned to my mum, “He’s getting the heavy artillery.”

Yup.

Not only do they do the usual pedi things – BUT!  Hot rocks were brought out for a leg and foot massage.  He also did something with his thumb on both of my feet that gave me goosebumps and a sudden urge to marry him.

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After all was done, we wobbled out to the car like boneless chickens.

Now for lunch.

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Buffet with sushi?  SO my kind of lunch!

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‘Healthy’ dessert.  (Ok, listen there were two other plates of food I’m not sharing … I ate like I was about to depart as a contestant to some island for Survivor.)

Sated – we got back into the hot car.

The car was seriously hotter than the 120 degrees outside.

Next was the shops.

We had only made it to our first stop when I had an urgent need to discover if Petsmart had a bathroom.

(Buffet ‘all you can eat’ sushi became an example of ‘if it seems to good to be true …’ You know the  rest.)

The two of us realized we had only rented our lunch.

And each shop after had us returning some of our meal. Lol!

Too much info?  Sorry.  The truth had to be told.

Home.

Then – off to the grocery store.  Look who was hanging (literally) in the meat section.

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Home again.

Gave my pup a bath …  Here she is all coconut scented and sunshine.

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Didn’t stop there … Steam cleaned my kitchen floor.

I was exhausted and ready for an early night.

Except, I learned my friend was working at the local ‘Gentleman’s Club’ that night and I haven’t seen her in a long time.

Taxi to the strip club.

I did two amazing interviews with my friend and another lady.   And for whatever reason, am having the biggest issue uploading them to YouTube!   Grrrrr.   When I figure that out, of course I will share.   (Especially considering that during the second interview, a rogue man outside walked up to us and was shut DOWN by my interviewee.  LOL!)

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You know, even the strip club was rocking the spa vibe … They don’t serve alcohol, (good idea) but, they had delicious cucumber water.   Classy.

By the time I got home and had walked the dog and readied myself for bed it was two in the morning!!!!

I STILL managed to get everything done this morning though.  Laundry, a store return (and a little shopping with the store credit), washed car and have turkey sausages in the oven.

A nap however, is imminent.

And well deserved if I do say so myself.

Happy Sunday Soupers!

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.

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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.

Rainer’s interview with Barry Shainbaum

Holocaust Remembrance Day.

If you missed Rainer’s interview with Barry Shainbaum today, click this link tomorrow and watch for the recording to appear in the ‘previous guests’ category.

http://www.barryshainbaum.com/radio.html

 

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After a long, frustrating and VERY blog worthy weekend – it put a smile on my face and filled my heart to hear my love do such an amazing job.  At midnight no less, with a plane trip in just a few hours to give more of himself to his cause.

I’m so proud that no matter what, he continues his work tirelessly – to help build bridges and to be a conduit for healing and understanding.

For those who didn’t get the website address – it is http://www.daserbedeskommandanten.com and is presented in both English and German.

Take a moment to remember today.

 

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Prelude to something big …

Not in my wildest dreams could I have conjured the events following my post “There is such good …”

The following day, I checked my email as usual and promptly sat with my ipad as if I were holding the most precious, fragile item with shaking hands.

An email – from Germany.

Not just any email.  An email from Rainer Hoess.

Two sentences:

“Thanks for your comfort article at your website (There is such good) Warm and friendly regards from Germany

I haven’t been in shock many times in my life.  I can assure you, I was, at that moment, in total and complete shock.

It’s not often the subject of something that touches you so profoundly contacts you.  Okay, NEVER does the subject of something that has touched me so profoundly been in contact.

I did not know what to do.  Other than sit – and stare at my email as if it were going to suddenly delete itself if I looked away. 

Do I reply??  I thought perhaps not – I didn’t want to bother him with my gushing compliments and over the top thank you’s for taking the time to write a note to me.  But, then I thought, WHEN am I ever going to have this opportunity again?

So I proceeded to embarrassingly gush and thank.

I hit ‘send’ while holding my breath.  I’m pretty sure I wasn’t breathing anyway.

*Ding*

A reply. 

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I’m barely functioning at this point.  How to read when my vision is swimming? Comprehend the words when my brain is doing some odd dance in my head? And how to use the touch screen when I can’t feel my extremities??

I’ll save the rest for the big event, but let me just say, after some 32 emails back and forth later – he graciously agreed to allow me to interview him.

I know how huge this is.  I know. 

And a part of me is terrified I’m going to let this amazing man down.  But he trusts me. 

And I trust my voice. 

And I want to be a part of his generations effort to offer healing and hope. 

I want to focus on his journey.  A man who has struggled with coming to terms with his past.  A past he had no part in, but is still persecuted for. 

So watch this space. 

I’ll be continuing to get to know this funny, insightful, delightful, strong, brave and caring man.

Then I will share some of him with you.