Welcome to Chaos !!

Yesterday evening I drove to Barnes & Noble to look at some books. When I was done I walked back to my car and discovered that I could not find the car key in my purse or in my jacket. Chances were high that I had locked the key in the car because that has happened several times before but this time I felt pretty sure that I had not done that mistake - again.
I went back into Barnes & Noble twice and backtracked my every move in there but no key was to be found.
I borrowed a flashlight and tried to see if my key was somewhere in the car, it was dark out and poor Chhaya that was locked up in the car wondered what I was doing and when we were going home. I felt SOOOOO annoyed! Well, thank goodness for friends.....Mikey came and rescued me. He picked me up, drove me home, I got my spare key and we drove back to Barnes & Noble. During our time we discussed the current situation in the world......Paris, refugees, Sweden, religion etc. We had a great talk. I love my friends.
Anyhow, this morning while I was getting ready to leave my house and take Chhaya to the vet some old fogbone lady flags me down and starts yapping about something that should be none of her business. If you think that all old people are innocent saints maybe you should stop reading now. No, I do not hold the belief that all older people are nice and should be respected no matter what they do. You get the respect you deserve, so I called the old fogbone a "fucking bitch" and yes she heard me loud and clear (GOOD!) and then I went on with my day. Listen, mind your own business people and get involved when necessary OK? Go home and turn on a talk show or something and leave me the fuck alone. If you have something constructive to come with.....fine then I will listen. But otherwise I will tell you what's on my mind. Like you are annoying lady......get a life!
Then it was vet time. Chhaya has been having issues with her paws lately, some hot spots have been coming and going on two paws, she has been licking there and one nail has been bleeding a bit. I've been cleaning her paws and washing them and thought the issue was going away but no. Then I have been suspecting an ear issue too, although the vet in Kenai that issued Chhaya her travel certificate looked in her ears and said they looked fine. I clean Chhaya's ears frequently so it's not like they are dirty. Well, Chhaya does not like going to the vet but she is very well behaved nevertheless. And brave. And very much a Mommy's girl when we are there. The verdict? Chhaya has some kind of allergy and I need to bathe her twice a week for two weeks to get whatever she might be carrying in her fur and skin cleaned off. She got a medicated spray for her paws. And she has yeast in one ear!
So both ears need to be flushed with an ear rinse twice daily and I have to put an ointment in the bad ear twice a day for a week. AND she is going to get Benadryl too, every day for a week. Yes, Benadryl the allergy and anti itch pill that you can get in the grocery store, I guess it's safe to give Benadryl to dogs as long as you check with your vet about the appropriate dosage. We are going back for a check up next Friday. I'm glad I went and had her looked at. Now I can cure her of whatever it is that's bothering her.
So then......my spare car key decided it did not want to work. So for about ten minuted or so I could not turn the key over in the ignition. I had a small panic attack. But finally the key turned. I called Barnes & Noble and yes indeed, they had found my car key. I must had put it down somewhere while looking at books yesterday, even for me that's being unusually confused. Hello Alzheimers? So I drove there and picked it up. Then home to wash bedding, flush Chhaya's ears, give her a bath, medicate her bad ear and paws and feed her dinner. Phew.....how do people with kids do it?
Bathing is not Chhaya's favorite thing to do but sometimes necessary.



After that I had to go and get something to eat myself. When I'm in the Trader Joe's parking lot looking for parking, a dumb woman puts away her shopping cart BY the area for the shopping carts but on the outside of it, she walks away and the cart rolls away and stops in front of my car blocking me and another car approaching from the other side. So I get out of the car and move the stray cart into the designated shopping cart area so it can't roll out into the parking lot. Meanwhile that dumb ass is sitting in her car that my car just so happened to be blocking, she looks at me and asks me with an attitude what I'm doing.
What bitch???? I calmly inform her that I had to move the cart she left out of the way.
She proceeds to do that violin hand movement, do you know what I mean? Really now? So I call her a fucking dumb hooker and the violin disappeared really quick. My temper goes from 0-100 faster than a Bugatti. Usually I'm happy and easy going but if you step on my toes I will let you know. With whatever chosen words that come to mind in the moment, I'm not shy to utilize a colorful vocabulary. That dumb hooker with the shopping cart should be really happy that all she got was an earful about being a fucking dumb hooker, I could had been Erich Nowsch (that used to live walking distance from me here in Vegas) and things could had gotten way more heated. Now, to all you lazy asses that just leave your shopping carts that YOU used all over the parking lot. WHAT THE FUCK, is is that hard to waddle over to the designated shopping cart area? Unless you are injured, handicapped or very old you have no excuse.
So today I managed to exchange pleasantries with two annoying bitches. Fun times!
After Trader Joe's I went running, then I got home, ate and read, continued doing laundry and took a bath.
I saw a small book this evening that I thought was perfect.



My meal this evening. And since it's Thursday it means that the new Las Vegas Weekly came out. I read all the free Vegas magazines. They are great.



And how was YOUR day, any pleasant exchanges with strangers as well? I'm in bed now, feeling super comfy and listening to KNPR. Sleep in a bit......

So after a week in Portland I packed up and continued my journey. I made a stop in Bend, tried a club there too that I liked and where butt plugs were a no no (I asked). I wrote about Bend last month but here is some more of Bend. I loved it there too, I pretty much like it anywhere unless it's absolutely HORRIBLE but come on, I survived sleeping in bug infested trailers in tiny places in South Dakota with no decent coffee for miles. It's about your attitude too. I learned by observing others on my trip through Oregon that being negative in general gets you NOWHERE. Of course I knew that already but sometimes situations and people really put stuff in perspective for you. All I can say is.....I'm glad I'm not like that. Certainly I have bad days once in a while and complain about things but I don't just hate everything and everybody for no reason whatsoever. I don't know how people go through life living like that, good luck with that I guess......anyhow. So Bend.....I guess this place gets many sunshine days and it was mostly sunny when I visited. Sunny and very pretty.





My new favorite coffee shop - Backporch! The latte there was FANTASTIC and they also had something called "Ocean Roll"......oh wow, SO GOOD! I was so impressed with that place. If I lived in Bend I would go there every day.





Tried many coffee shops.



The food in Oregon in general was really good. I ate all my food with great enthusiasm. Clean plates every time.



Found a gorgeous park.





And I found stuff to wear at Burning Man! Did some shopping.



I love Oregon! ❤ It's an amazing place.

This is Diesel, she got blown up yesterday in Paris. She was 7. You can see the kindness and intelligence in her eyes. People who say that animals don't have souls must be soulless themselves. I totally believe animals have souls, it's obvious.



(Photo from Twitter).

Diesel got blown up by a woman strapped in explosives. I found a picture of her throwing up some hand signs looking like a dumb ass. But her face does not deserve to be on my blog, cause all she was in the end was a piece of shit coward. What did she accomplish by blowing herself and an innocent beautiful dog to pieces? FUCK HER.
I'm sitting here and can't believe what people do to each other and animals. It's just disgusting.
Chhaya got a new binki today so she is happy, we found a new great park to walk in close to the house.

So last month I was in Portland for about a week, thought I would check out the clubs there. Portland has a lot of clubs but contrary to popular belief, Houston, Texas has more clubs than Portland! BUT Portland DOES have the highest number of strip clubs per capita in the US. Confusing? I know. Let's just put it like this, there are plenty of strip clubs in Portland.
It wasn't as easy to just walk in and start working that same night as I thought. That's what I'm used to....walk in, audition or sometimes not, get hired and work.
The first club we (I went there with Mandy) went to was Acropolis. It was a Wednesday and right around 7 pm.



The club was empty, it was still early though and the super unenthusiastic door guy told us that the manager wasn't there and gave me a card with a name and a number on it and told me to call it to set up an appointment. An appointment?
I'm assuming for an interview or audition. I did not have time to set up any appointments, I wanted to find a club that night and work. Well, after that we went to Casa Diablo. There is a Casa Diablo next to Acropolis called Dusk 'Til Dawn: Casa Diablo 2 but we went to the other (original) one. There the very enthusiastic DJ told us that in order to get hired you have to audition on camera. The footage then gets sent to the owner that decides whether you can work or not. This also includes a small interview where you get asked why you like dancing and what you know about veganism (NOT to be confused with vaginism) and a few other random questions.
Random question maybe, about veganism but Casa Diablo is a VEGAN strip club. So do not wear your fur bikini or ostrich feather panties there. Well, I wanted to work. So I said yes and got the awkward on camera audition done and over with and started that same night (Mandy too).



Let me start with what I liked about Casa Diablo. The girls were rather friendly and diverse looking. Lots of tattoos, piercings and different hair styles. I was probably the only one in there without any tattoos. Very cheap to work, only $2 and $5 to each bouncer. The guys sitting around the stage are required to tip at least $2 per song per entertainer and they use two dollar bills in there. Friendly staff. I liked the lights on stage and the DJ played what I wanted to dance to. Great hours 9 pm - 2 am. I can do that no problem.
Now the stuff that I did not care for. Although cheap to work, they take 30% out of your lap dance money. That's a big chunk. For the first time in my years in this business I saw several girls dance with a butt plug, yes BUTT PLUG jammed up in their butthole. I was like.....????!
Of course I asked a girl about it, like does it hurt and does she leave it in ALL night? She told me, after bending over and spreading her cheeks open right in my face, that yes she does leave it in all night and no it does not hurt. Casa Diablo is a nude club so I got an eyeful of all kinds of buttholes with butt plugs inserted in them. Interesting indeed.....To each their own but I personally do NOT think that butt plugs belong in a strip club. It gives off a trashy dirty vibe I think. I am also concerned for the future consequences health wise for the girls that do this. Dancing several nights a week, having a butt plug inserted in your butt even two nights per week, that's ten hours or so.....is this something that can ruin that area of the body after prolonged use? Perhaps a question to ask your proctologist.
Also the girls get way too friendly with the guys sitting around the stage, they would even get off the stage and climb all over the guys. Again, not my style.
Why pay for a lap dance when you can put up a few dollars and get all of that?
I also had a feeling that the lap dances in there were too hands on and wild, I didn't see anything crazy in the lap dance area but that was just my impression. I saw some other questionable practices on stage like full on girl on girl shows. I like it when girls make out but again, not in a strip club. A strip club should be a strip club, not some kind of a sex show/freak show. Would I ever go back to Casa Diablo and work? Never say never.



This was posted in the dressing room of Casa Diablo. In case you or somebody you know want to make an appearance at the Jerry Springer show. I will pass. I don't need to get my hair ripped out by some crazy dancer on meth.



Also posted in the dressing room. This is pretty good. I'm just too lazy to do all of that.
"You want a dance?", "You need?" or "lap dance bitch/es, hooker/s, slut/s?" is what I muster up. Yes, guys get really happy when I call them bitch or slut. It works!



One night we went to Club Rouge where I ran into my friend Egypt that I used to work with at the Bush Company in Anchorage. What a small world! That was a happy reunion!
And according to Egypt, the butt plug thing happens at pretty much every strip club in Portland, it must be some kind of a "trend" or something. Club Rouge is located downtown Portland and I like the location. The lights on stage there are HORRIBLE, they should definitely work on that. And a very unprofessional DJ with very bad music taste, they should work on that too. So, we could work but had to start during the day with the option to stay over at night (after suffering through a long and probably dead day shift) because they had too many girls which Egypt confirmed but I am not going to work at any club around noon unless it's absolutely FANTASTIC guaranteed or my only option. So no on that for me.
A Saturday night during a HEAVY downpour we ran through the rain to Spyce, also downtown. I liked it because it's a topless club and it looked kind of nice inside.
It seems like most clubs in Portland are nude. Anyhow, I think we could had worked that night BUT we decided against it because they keep your money, if you get paid with a credit card, for a few days. I guess until the transaction goes through. And we did not have time to possibly have to wait for a few days since this was a shorter visit. After calling several other clubs that same night I learned that MOST clubs in Portland do not hire walk ins. They have one specific day a week (usually in the afternoon) set aside for auditions and that's it. Or like at Acropolis and a few other clubs, you call a number and take it from there. Way more complicated than I'm used to but now I know and should I decide to go back to Portland and try it again I know how to plan ahead better.



Not only does Portland have a plethora of strip clubs. They also have some other places like this one conveniently located walking distance from our motel. Me and Mandy would joke around that we could always work there but in reality of course not.



I'm not really sure what that Honey Suckles is all about but I have a feeling it's not a place for me. We stayed on 82nd Avenue, since this was my first visit to Portland I had NO clue what 82nd Avenue was all about. But now I know! I guess it could be worse and I'm still alive so whatever, I survived a week at a dodgy motel called Red Roof Inn on 82nd Avenue in Portland. One more experience in my life, that's how I look at it. I actually did ask the girl at the front desk if anyone had ever been murdered there after a few people visibly high on something more potent than weed, which is legal in Oregon, walked through the lobby.
She said no. Not yet I said.
Here are some 82nd Avenue souvenirs!



But hey, I LOVE Portland! It's a beautiful city, my kind of place and I do want to go back there. So I might. Because I only scratched on the surface of Portland, so much to see and do there!





So back to the butt plug thing. You can read about what other dancers have to say about it here. Quite interesting. To sum it up, I very much agree with what a girl calling herself TiffTiff has to say, page 2 comment number 46.





Do I not take pics of the BEST stuff ever?!

I had a full day today. When I was finally done running around doing stuff (nothing exciting) it was late and all I could do was pick up some pizza and go home. I like to read when I eat, a habit from childhood, my Mom used to not allow me to read and eat but I insisted so she finally let me have my way. I got the latest Playboy to read, pizza & Playboy - not a bad combo. A great interview with Bryan Cranston (Walter White aka Heisenberg) in this issue.



Now I am going to do some laundry, take a bath and go to bed. Another exciting evening in windy Sin City. It's really cold out by Vegas standards, people are staying inside when it's like this here. Me too.

I am laying on my luxurious air mattress looking through old pics of myself. It's really windy in Vegas on this chilly late evening. I have been thinking about ice cream for several hours now.....cravings! Sunday is usually my ice cream and pizza day (although that can be any day, especially for ice cream), I had pizza today but not the ice cream. Maybe I will get out in the cold and get some but I kind of crave chips too. KNPR on the radio for several hours now, I love KNPR - great content and great company. When people ask me what I listen to I tell them that I hear so much music at work that I prefer talk radio on my free time and good beats when I go out dancing. KNPR.....now you now. I have to get up early in the morning and do stuff. UGH.....I HATE having to wake up early!
Here are two pics from 2008.





Photographer Wolf189