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?
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.
I had these ‘peelable’ words in my bathroom, on my light fixture. I took them off today.
Not because I don’t believe in them. Because they were peeling of their own accord and I was in Ultra Domestic Goddess mode today.
I started off with awaking at 1:00 a.m. with Butters staring at me. Urgently. Whining. We went outside and she chowed down on any grass she could find. Which, in a desert, is a pretty futile effort, but she knew every spot in our yard.
This could be (other than a ‘duh’ moment) indicative of the fact that the very day before, she started eating garbage. She has NEVER done this!
She wouldn’t even eat delicious, hot, human food sitting at her eye level before she was spayed! I do not know what she ate that brought on such an emergency … other than Q-tips, tissue and ok … mother nature arrived. (For the second time this month … another post … or not) Ug.
But she has NEVER … EVER … before. Weird. I wonder if that means after her surgery she was craving something her body needed, much like us girls do at certain times of the month. We can be all ‘salad and healthy’ then ‘give me a f*&$ing burger’.
So knowing this, we were outside for half an hour early in the morning while she scavenged for grass.
I’m no dummy. I know dogs eat grass when they want to puke. Bottom line. But, there was no puking.
So I’m a little concerned about her. I’ve let her out sans leash a couple of times, it’s been 10 days since her surgery … but mostly I’m still walking her, because she seems to like it. And also, I get to tell her in non-verbal ways, that she doesn’t have to bark at every car that goes by.
I was up at 7 a.m. (Expecting to walk into the main house to find Butters vomit – but no, we already know that.)
I went to bed early – so, in spite of my 1:00 a.m. awakening, I was spry. (I’m excited I get to use that in a sentence! LOL!)
My morning: 7:30 – left house. Off to get my oil changed (turns out I have a tiny leak and they talked me into synthetic oil since I’m over 75,000 miles). Car wash.
Store for my future cat ‘Draper’ – cat bowl, cat food, cat toys purchased.
Bank, for money. Since Nic lost my card, I’m doing this a lot. Good thing I used to work with these chicks and I love visiting them.
Purchased Nic’s 20th birthday gifts. (Ug! That’s a whole other post. My baby is going to be 20 on Tuesday!!!!)
Dropped donations off at Goodwill.
Stopped at the shops for things for my honey, for the house.
20 cents off per gallon! Thanks Smiths!
1:00 P.M. Did a majority of the weeding in the yard, after picking up the poop earlier.
Butters got to sit outside without her leash!
I kept avoiding the bedroom and worked on the rest of the house, I’m loving our nerd living room:
Thought about a woman’s ‘Day Off’.
Eventually got to the bedroom … and I can now walk through it. And it is ready. And there is space for my honey.
So, back to ‘Faith, Hope, Love’.
Someone commented, when I shared my morning:
Bottom line is I am SO grateful. Grateful that I even had the money for the oil change and the car that required it. The physical ability to weed that wretched dirt yard – the mental strength and ability to go through every single piece of my past these past weeks – the determination to make my past and present ready for my future.
The Faith that what I am pouring into my tomorrow is worth it. (It is, I know it.)
The Love still in my heart … that I fell head over heels with the man who I know was always meant for me.
I am SO grateful.
So very, very, very grateful.
And I can’t wait until he’s finally here.
Less than two weeks – and this girl has the man of her dreams, dreaming next to her.
I’m going there. Yes I am. I’m not afraid. It’s a natural part of life.
We have reached a tender, special bonding milestone in my home. Mother and son both have to start tending to their facial hair! Awwww!
What the heck? It seems like overnight! My wake up call was the rear view mirror of my car. The mirror in my bathroom is deceivingly dim. I knew I had hair on my upper lip … but it was fine and blonde. Damn rear view mirror. Mirror of truth. Mirror of age reveal. Magic, stupid, daylight mirror!
So now the conundrum of which route to take for my beard and moustache!
I’m still deciding. Obviously I don’t want to shave! Do I want to be a waxing girl? Tweeze? Hair removal cream?
I don’t want to do any of them!
For this particular sign ‘o the times – I would wish the clock back.
I barely have eyebrows! Never have had to groom them. I guess my face was saving all its energy for my chin?
If I was already in my mumu calling my 15 cats to their dinner bowls, I’d just say f#@* it. But I do still have to leave the house.
Was about to take Nic to a party when this little convo went down.
Nic: Mom … you have – um – a moustache thing here (Points to the right side of the corner of my mouth)
Me: Yeah – I know. I haven’t decided how to handle it
Nic: (Laughing) Well go shave!!!
I think it was probably the first time he was embarrassed at the idea of leaving the house with me.
Well get used to it baby – because I believe arm flaps are next – and I’m not wearing long sleeves in the Summer.