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Let me tell you about last night at work......which was super dead by the way but not totally uneventful. THIS is why we really do need a reality show up here, including ME......OF COURSE and the club I work at. We had only four girls, then three, one got sent home because she is sick and should definitely not spread her germs around, that spew out out her mouth during her violent cough attacks on stage. EWWWWW! Two semi drunk yahoos walked in, one with missing front teeth. I don't know if having missing front teeth is some kind of a fashion statement in some places, I have seen a few people here in town sporting that look. What is up with that? If you are under 60, get some fake teeth put in because that just looks like white trash trailer park......but then again, that might be the look they are going for. The two burly yahoos also brought a dog with them, that they loudly called "Dog" and sometimes "Crash", which was his name. Crash was super cute and of course I cuddled him and told him repeatedly what a good boy he was. I also took him for some exploring around the club, he happily sprinkled in a few spots. The yahoos only came in to warm up, drink some alcohol and check their Facebook. After all, it was not their idea to come in, it was Crash that wanted to come to the club according to them. So since it was Crash's idea, I asked if Crash perhaps wanted a lap dance. But since neither the two yahoos or Crash could afford that kind of extravagant spending, that didn't happen. Then some guy walked in with a large black trashbag in tow. He proceeded to pull out the contents of the bag onto the bar. Furs.
One wolverine fur, some beavers and a fox. And a pair of Mukluks (a boot traditionally made of reindeer skin or sealskin and were originally worn by Arctic aboriginal people). The pelts were for sale and would anyone of us like to buy some? I loudly declared that I believe that trapping animals just to skin them and sell their fur is animal cruelty and disgusting.
The practice of trapping animals in itself is absolutely barbaric I think. Then I said that I would be interested in buying a penis, did he have one of those in that trash bag perhaps? I would not mind having a collection of taxidermied dicks on my wall, like how some people have animals heads on display, I would have dicks. He scurried off to the office with his furs.
I guess he owed some money to the owner of the club, so the furs were being kept as collateral until he comes up with the cash. Then he sat down in between the other two girls working last night. They tried to get him to do a lap dance but he kept on STARING at me, like he had never seen a girl before. After loudly talking about me and complimenting me from across the bar, he decided to come over and actually talk to "The Ice Queen". That was the name he came up with for me. Quite fitting actually, I have to say. The guy was a total twitchy and nervous wreck. He had no money. At least none that he wanted to spend. But I don't think that I would had danced more than one dance for him anyways, he came off as very clingy and desperate. And I certainly do not need that. The only reason I politely sat and paid him some unenthusiastic attention, while watching TV, is because I felt sorry for him. He was just a sad and lonely man. Moral of the story for all you men out there. Be nice to your girlfriend or wife. Because when your ball and chain gets enough of your crap and leaves your dumb ass......chances are that you will end up just like this sorry dude last night. All alone, nervous, wild eyed and out trapping animals in order to survive.
Yeah......THIS is exactly why we need a reality show here. Instant success! This crazy, dysfunctional and fun place should be put on display. And me, The Ice Queen ruling with an iron grip. LOL!

Today I took my Christmas pics. It was - 11 °F......but I forced myself to do it. Of course the sun is nowhere to be seen today, so it was not at all how I had envisioned the whole thing.
I wanted sun rays lighting up my hair and making the snow sparkle.....but no. Oh well. I could not put this off any longer though, I need to develop the pics, print out Christmas cards and send out the Christmas gifts no later than Friday.
Now.....gym time. I haven't been for a while. It's going to be nice to break a sweat.

Woke up today hoping to be able to take my Christmas pics with Chhaya but no.....today it was even colder than yesterday. So I'm shooting for tomorrow. Went into town, saw the steam come off the river, that means that the temperature in the water is warmer than the air. The river looks like a giant hot spring. I love hot springs.....in case you didn't know.



Took care of some stuff. Now I'm home, with a belly full of food and ready for a nap.



While browsing online last night I found these boots, they are Uggs. Not what you imagine when you think of Uggs perhaps. The more traditional Ugg wouldn't be good for Alaska I think. Well, now yes but not when it gets soggy out. These on the other hand.....I think they are kind of cool looking, I like the elevated sole. I like being taller than I am with the help of heels. Since I'm 5'9" my 7" heels I wear at work make me really tall. I always hear (from guys), "Why do wear those heels, you don't need them, you are already tall." That is YOUR problem, not mine. I wear whatever I want......ok.

Yesterday when I went to Kaladi for my latte I also left the Christmas presents to the two girls I am Santa for this year. A five year old and a 16 year old- I think they will be very happy with their gifts. Fun, cute and creative.....perfect. It's an annual Christmas gift collection through Hope Community Resources here in town, an organization that works with children and adults with some form of disability. To make it fair (otherwise I will feel guilty in my heart) I still need to get one or two toys for a boy and leave it with Toys For Tots.





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Every Christmas I take on a way too big load upon myself and each year I think to myself that I need to scale back the next year but I don't. I would feel guilty if I did, I probably need to see a therapist to get to the bottom of this guilt issue......lol. I like to remember people and make them feel special, it's nice. I spent a few hours yesterday and today with writing Christmas cards and decorating each card with stickers, putting stuff in boxes, writing addresses.....basically wrapping everything up.
Today I was hoping to get my annual Christmas card with Chhaya taken. I had everything ready and then I stepped outside and decided that I couldn't do it, it was way too cold to stand outside and pose for pictures while trying to keep my teeth from shattering, ignoring that my fingers are frozen numb while attempting to look cute. Maybe tomorrow. All the Christmas gifts and cards will be sent out a little later than I had planned.....but better late than never. Here are some of the gifts and Chhaya wondering if there's something fun for her in there to open.



So instead me and Chhaya bundled up and drove into town for some latte and grocery shopping. She looking stylish in her new red coat.



The pretty view from the road by my house.



And when I was returning home the moon and the sky looked absolutely gorgeous. The moon is full tomorrow.

Tonight....well technically last night, we had a Christmas party at work. A very merry Christmas party, the drinks and shots were flowing abundantly and free, there was lots of food and gifts. I brought a bunch of gifts but half of them are in my locker since some people didn't show up. Oh well, they will get their gifts another time.



We even have a tree. Since I have been a very good girl all year I got exactly what I wished for......a large bucket of popcorn and a huge dildo.....oh and a check (inside the card). Now I can stay at home for another week without being bored, since I will be busy eating popcorn and getting acquainted with my new friend. I can't wait!





Actually.....that dildo belongs to the club (yea we are weird and kinky like that). I found it on top of our non working and dust collecting vending machine and put it under the clock at the bar a few weeks ago and named it "the cock under the clock" and I would threaten people with a good time while pointing that thing on them (used on them NOT on me, thank you very much) if they didn't tip me enough. Well, tonight a girl (that shall remain anonymous) took that dildo hostage, she "stole" it from me and I guess she will be having a very merry evening tonight.

I love stories about Santa and the connection to the fly agaric. Back in the day mushrooms were depicted on many Christmas cards. I think it's pretty and I also like mushroom ornaments for the Christmas tree. I am also fascinated with all things of the underworld......faeries, mermaids, trolls, gnomes.....the stuff faerie tales are made off.
In Sweden there are tons of folklore about trolls, princesses and faeries. And Santa comes from Lappland, where Sweden, Norway and Finland meet, where the reindeer roam. At least that makes the most sense to me, that Santa is from there.









It snowed a lot here today. It is so pretty outside and I miss Sweden when Christmas is around the corner. All the traditions.....julbord, glögg, a walk through Gamla Stan, Kalle Ankas julafton, Lucia, adventsljustake, julstjärna......I don't want to think too much about it and get sad. It's quiet and dark outside. Chhaya is in love with the electric blanket, she doesn't want to move from it. The house is decorated and looks beautiful. I'm content and pensive. Right now I wish I was under a thick but soft blanket in front of a hot wood fire stove somewhere, listening to somebody delivering hours of faerie tales while sipping on hot chocolate.