Welcome to Chaos !!

Yeah.....I feel quite unimaginative right now here on the blog. I'm sitting here staring at the screen and have a difficult time forming a sentence. I wish I had something new or exciting to tell you but I don't. I haven't been to work in almost two weeks, so no truffle butter panties to show you or any other strip club drama. Since I got home from camping last week I have slowly worked myself through the mountain of stuff that I want to get done here at home.
It's like pulling teeth....I am so lazy right now. But around 8 pm tonight I suddenly got a rush of energy or perhaps determination and got some stuff done. Better than nothing. Then I took Chhaya out and we went for a walk. I stepped outside to a painted sky in beautiful colors. I immediately felt better and took it all in. Last night there was a meteor shower here. The sky was completely saturated with stars and I saw a few meteors shoot across it but then I got cold and hurried back upstairs to my warm bed.
And that is all the excitement I have for now.

Met up with my breast friend for some coffee time and much needed girl talk earlier today.





Now I have to make some food cause I'm STARVING. Therefore the short blog entry for now.

I caught a rainbow last night a bit after 9 pm. I've seen two so far this summer. I was going to put it up last night but I got caught up talking to Mandy and then I fell asleep. Woke up today feeling like an unmotivated fat, saggy and flabby blob. Best feeling ever! I think I will have a fun PMS episode coming for a visit soon. I crawled out of my house and I feel better now. I have a TON of stuff to do at home.....dishes, laundry, unpacking from camping, three air mattresses to try to patch up or throw away, fold clothes and put them away, organize, finding something that is missing......that means digging through a bunch of nondescript plastic bins since 90% of all my stuff is packed away, pay bills, go through a pile of boring paperwork. Arrrrrrrghhhhhhh!!!!!! But I need to do it. Like today. I also want to lay out and tan.....I think that will go before any of that boring stuff. What else? Check out my ingrown hair on my leg! I'm super excited over it. I hope it's a stubborn ingrown hair and not a botfly or something creepy crawly growing in there that will make a disgusting appearance one of these days. After my bath this morning I stuck my derma needle in there and squeezed hard but only a tiny drop of blood came out. I'm fascinated with ingrown hairs. And botflies and all kinds of "weird" stuff like that. But then again, who isn't? But before I go and lay out nekkid in my yard I want to applaud that news anchor that got up and left a live telecast because he refused to report on yet another completely meaningless non newsworthy story about one of the cows in the Kartrashian clan. Actually to call them cows is to give them a compliment. Cows are cute and nice. I mean, that shit is NOT news. It's SHIT garbage. All of it......from Kim's hideous lumpy behind to Bruce now living as a woman to that freak in making little sister with her seriously confused and dumb looking rapper boyfriend. I do read gossip magazines although not as much as I used to and that crap belongs in gossip magazines and NOT on the fucking news. So GOOD for that news anchor, finally somebody with COJONES. I think the Kartrashians are an embarrassment for America. Why the fuck do people look up to them? I don't see it. Whatsoever. OK......I'm done ranting. It's tanning time!

Hiiiiiii I'm back! I went camping therefore I was missing in action here for a few days. So this time I went back to a perfect and secluded camping spot on Cooper Lake, I was there last year too. I would say it's only accessible by a vessel of some sort with a motor but today a crazy (as in crazy determined and crazy strong) couple paddled their way there. Not sure if it took them half the day but that is way too much work for me. I can paddle for about 30 minutes and then I'm done. Exhausted.
So this is from the other side of Cooper Lake before heading out to the camping spot, the sun was setting. The spot is across the lake and some ways further along.



Arrived at the spot. The first thing you need is shelter (so says Bear Grylls too) and Chhaya agrees. She loves to sprawl out on the sleeping bag and takes up most of the room, it's all about her - the princess.



It's a gorgeous spot, next to a very lively creek. Ice cold too.







There were 13 little white dots moving around and upwards on that green mountain over there. Some kind of a sheep or mountain goat. Last year I spotted one across the creek kind of close by.



Camping is not camping without a nice and hot campfire.



I could not relax this time. I felt bored and I felt anxious. I wanted to go home and I wanted to stay. Not sure why. I was also super sore in my back from sleeping on a too small air mattress fighting for room to stretch out in a comfortable position with Chhaya. I think I'm getting too old for camping. It's RV time. I am officially a fogbone. But Chhaya enjoyed her time and that means a lot to me.



I got a latte from Kaladi when driving through town on the way home, only had one small cup of coffee when camping because camping coffee tastes off to me. I guess I can go without coffee and not go crazy which is good. Now I know that. When I got home I had tons of stuff to unload, made me realize even more that camping takes a lot of effort. At least when I go camping. I took a much needed shower, scrubbed my face and body, brushed my teeth and put on some fresh jammies. Got comfortable in bed with some ice cream. And didn't even finish it! I think I might be over the Limoncello kind, probably gorged myself on those.



I was also not too happy to notice that it is completely dark out by midnight now, no more midnight jogging or walking Chhaya. The days are getting shorter. That feels kind of sad.
I was so happy to get home. Seriously, there is no place like home. My home is here in Kenai, in Vegas and in Stockholm. I'm confused.

I spent a few hours outside by the fire last night. So cozy! Me and Chhaya cuddled on a blanket and I had on a large hoodie but my feet were bare, keeping my feet close to the fire kept them warm. We watched the stars gradually emerge, one after another until the sky was dark and lit up by stars. Gorgeous!





Today I got sad and cried. 😥 Got some bad news. Something I have been wanting and hoping for did not go my way. NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
I'm not sick, everything is OK so nothing really bad happened. But I still feel sadness inside and like I've been punched in the stomach.

If you are an easily grossed out person or under the impression that women have no bodily functions I suggest you skip this entry........Still reading? Good!
Soooooo.......first of all, I love to joke around and laugh. I get easily bored and to make my hours that sometimes feel like torture, inside of the local club here go by faster I make it more enjoyable by at least attempting to have fun. It often gets boring here, it's a small club and I see the same people (girls and guys) every night. YAAAAAAWN! We have same guys that come in EVERY night, they are very nice but duh, I get bored OK. Since I am completely sober at work I have to entertain myself the old fashioned way - with humor.
So the other night when I got off the stage and stood by my locker I caught a glimpse of something on top of the lockers behind me. I recognized it was one of the small red baskets that we use to put our money in when getting off stage and I immediately got Boss Lady so she could take it and try to locate the owner (fellow dancer). When Boss Lady grabbed it we both saw a black pair of underwear laying on top of the dollar bills with a stain of some sort in the crotch area. Of course I thought this was HILARIOUS.......Boss Lady was less amused.



I wanted to put out a loud announcement over the speakers that money and some dirty undies had been found and that the owner could come to the office and pick up her belongings but no, I was not allowed to do that. In fact I was told not to put this on the blog but COME ON now......it's FUNNY! Actually I was told that if I do put it on my blog that the Big Boss will say those were my undies. ICH DON'T THINK SO honey!!! I only wear pretty Honey Dews at work, don't you know this by now? Those are clearly not Honey Dews and I am currently not on my period. And none of my Honey Dews that I use at work have stains like THAT one in the crotch. Plus, I don't leave money behind and forget about it. So NO, those do not belong to me. SORRY! Or actually I'm not sorry......I'm amused!
It ended up being $30 in that basket that nobody claimed so Boss Lady put it towards the no kill shelter collection that is now up to $185 I am happy to say. I found a $20 bill on the floor Friday night that I donated to the collection. Boss Lady threw away the panties, I was disappointed because I wanted to take a better pic of them. Plus perhaps attempt to sell them to some used and stained panties lover and got more $$$ for the no kill shelter.
So before we jump into any conclusions about what that stain might be we should look at all the possibilities......
It could be a water rust stain, I heard a commercial about it on the radio driving home the other night. The water here is rich in iron and can leave rust colored stains on your clothes. So that's a possible explanation. It might be a remnant of some ketchup. Or an old blood stain that did not wash out from a past period. Or some fresh period, vaginal leak, or maybe a backhole leak. Crotch make up? Self tanner? I mean, I did not closely inspect or smell the panties or take a specimen sample or anything.....so it could be anything.
Nevertheless, somebody took those off ON STAGE in front of other people. VERY NICE!
You gotta love a "I don't give a fuck" attitude!
Speaking of stained panties. I DO have stained panties too, although clean (as in laundered) stained panties, if that makes sense to you, at home that I use when I am on my period.
The bottom drawer is full of thongs and fullbacks for when I'm on my period and the other two drawers are filled with my nice undies. A pair of Hanky Pankys (what I usually prefer during the day) might cost $20 and I'm not going to possibly ruin several nice pairs every time I'm on my period. Or my beautiful pink silk Damaris knickers that I bought at Harrod's in London. Or any of my other cute panties.



Meanwhile from a different part of the country, while I was finding stained underwear at work, Mandy got tipped this on stage, a stack of bills equaling $100. NICE! She called it "being bricked".



She made good money every night she worked in a club she traveled to. It was busy and easy to get dances. And the lap dances are MONITORED and NO TOUCHING is allowed. How nice to hear! You want to know where she went? I'm not telling. I don't need a plethora of thirsty dancers, con artists and hookers show up there and ruin the place with their dirty hustle bullshit.
All clubs should be no touching, it would be very interesting to see how some dancers would do in a club like that? I'm so over watching girls do gross stuff during their dances. BARF!
Another entertaining story from Mandy. She got told that a while ago two girls in that club got into a physical scuffle with each other. The fight rolled out from the dressing room onto the main floor and when the bouncer grabbed one of them and lifted her up by the armpits......she pooped herself! I would had paid $5 to see that!
So one girl I work with dances to a song called "Truffle Butter". The dj Dusty asked me if I know what that means......I was like, ummmmm no, some kind of a delicacy it sounds like? Truffles fried in butter perhaps? No, it's something else. I thought it was very funny once I found out the meaning of it (of course) so now me and a few other girls yell truffle butter loudly at work for no apparent reason. Call it a temporary outburst of Tourettes.
My Tourettes and my ADHD comes out in full effect at work, especially when it's boring.
My new song to dance to is Marilyn Manson's "Third Day Of A Seven Day Binge". Love it! I am thinking about adding Manson's "Deep Six" and "Style" by Taylor Swift. I love that song (Style) but not sure about if for work, I have to try it out and see. Not all songs that I like to listen to on the radio while driving or at home are suitable for work. But I love that song, especially the beginning......so pretty!
"Midnight, You come and pick me up, no headlights
A long drive,
Could end in burning flames or paradise
Fade into view, oh, it's been a while since I have even heard from you (heard from you)"

I used to dance to a lot of Rihanna songs but too many other girls dance to her songs and I don't want to dance to the same songs as the other girls in the club that night. Although I still LOVE Rihanna, got her pics in my lockers.