Snow Day #2

Granted, it's not THAT much snow. The boy is already sick of not being able to wear his vest to show off his pretty cowboy shirts and I am yelling at him approximately 5 times every 8.5 minutes to put his damned coat on!

My car, wonder that it is, is no match for the heavy, wet snow that we have so my boss (and my dad) suggested I stay put until the plowing is done. Yesterday, I almost ate shit in the ditch a few times and I believe it may have afeared my dad a bit. He sent me home at 11:00, when I measured 6.5 inches of snow out front. Ok, Ok, I played on it a bit.

There is nothing like getting to be at home BY MYSELF. I know where the kid is. I know that he is being taken care of. And I can relax and enjoy my home without having to worry about what in the hell he is up to outside (kind of like I am at the moment). So, I watched some of the shows I had saved on DVR.

I saved one called Cathouse off of HBO. It is a show about the Moonlite Bunny Ranch in Nevada. I have traveled past it several times. Anyway, I figured it would be a look into the world and life of a prostitute. Not so much WHAT they do. But who they are and what they are dealing with. I've always been a reality TV whore and ever since my older sister's best friend worked at the Mustang Ranch under Joe Conforte, I've had a fascination with brothels.

Really.

My sister's friend, she was normal. Not an in your face, nymphomaniac kind of person. She is funny and laughs a lot. She was one of my favorite people when I was younger just because she didn't seem to mind when I hung out, but tried to include me and engage me in conversation whenever she could. I really liked her. And the thought that she was out there, selling herself to men, I could never wrap my mind around what sort of demons or thought process made that OK.

** Sidenote: My son was just STANDING out by the road, watching someone plow with a loader! Good God, he is going to kill me.**

Anyway, I've always wondered about girls who do this. Do they really think it is ok? Or is there some part of them, deep down, that is condemning what they do and telling them terrible things about their self-worth, all the while pretending to the outside world?

So, I settled in to watch it. And yes, I did get some of what I was looking for. An inside look at how a brothel-bound prostitute thinks and how it all works, but there was a bit more... skin than I was comfortable with. I kept fast-forwarding all the naughty bits (and they were full-on NAUGHTY bits of shots IN the girls room while she was *ahem* working), because really, who would want to get caught watching porn at 1:00 in the afternoon?

I don't think I'll be recording THAT again.