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There hasn’t been much effort to put forth a post or talk about anything lately being that the weather’s been awfully drab and nothing has really been happening all that much. There’s nothing I can write that I haven’t said before, so I’ll just give you the lowdown on things that have been puzzling me lately.
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1. It infuriates me that Cardoba House project is planning to build a mosque (possibly two) not even two blocks away from ground zero. Mind you, I have nothing against Muslims, but the fact that so many people died all “in the name of Allah” has to hit a nerve with the victims of 9/11. Some say it’s a positive step for making peace with those who are Muslim and not of the extremist type, which is good I guess, but isn’t it a proverbial 'slap in the face' for the victims of 9/11? I feel so bad for them. They haven’t had a moment to breathe, and no, I don’t think nine years is enough grieving time for the drastic way they have all perished. --
read the article here from CNN.
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2. Apiphobia. My name, “Debra” means “queen bee”. I cannot for the life of me, get away from these goddam bees! Everywhere I go, there’s either a few or a swarm. It doesn’t even have to be hot out. So, after a nice visit with my parents, I go over to my car and I see about five of them all gathered on my hood. I ran to the door and quickly shuffled inside. As I’m driving, all of them held on for about a mile. This one in the photo held on the entire way home. I don’t understand why I am their ultimate target. Even at barbecues or at the pool, everyone will be having a nice time without the bees, until I walk over. It’s then we get massacred with a family of yellow jackets. I just. don’t. get. it.
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3. Phallic foods. You know I hate labels, but since I am married to a woman, I guess that makes me a lesbian. However, lately my choices of food have taken a turn for the “wurst”, and I’m not sure if my inner straight girl has been screaming bloody murder, but my food choices have been mildly arousing somewhat. Usually, if I am stressed out to the max, I go for the forbidden foods: hot dogs, burgers, KFC, beer, etc. I go through this “stress phase” and then it fizzles back into all greens, grilled chicken, fish and other healthy foods. I guess even with the healthiest of foods, I’m drawn to the most phallic of them all. Do you think this means anything? Madelene’s concerned.
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4. Mom. She’s such an honest little love bug. She’ll tell you if you look like you’ve been eating healthy - aka -
“you’re getting fat” or if your hair looks like hell, or anything else that may have you cutting your wrists. She’s good with compliments too.
..sometimes. As I was leaving her house the other day, right before the bees attacked my car, I had given her a kiss goodbye, and in return, she handed me breath mints. I asked,
“Are you trying to tell me something?” She bursted out laughing and didn’t realize the connection.
..or did she?Other than that, nothing new & exciting going on other than work, same projects, being a domestic goddess and a pain in the ass to my wife, as usual. I have nothing deep or meaningful to say ---just that I’m still here alive & kickin’!