Living Proof

This morning my phone rings. It’s my sister Cathy, sounding a bit frazzled and laughing at the same time. “Deb! (haha) You’re not going to believe what happened to me!” “What? What? You okay?” “Yeah, I just got out of Walmart. I’ve never been kicked out of Walmart before! Ha ha ha ha!!!” She says, trying to get the words out through her laughter. At this point, I’m figuring, ‘Oh my GAWD we are officially white trash! Who the hell gets kicked out of Walmart?’ “There I was, buying a huge exercise ball. I placed it in my cart and a woman comes running from the back screaming, ‘FIRE! FIRE!’ So I run up to the cashier, and she even rang me up knowing that there was a fire in the back. Then, when I tried leaving, people were practically trampling over me while I was trying to get my huge exercise ball out from the store!” She said, as she laughed about it. Here’s the deal. There is never a dull moment with my sister whenever we go into any department store like Walmart, Ames, or Target. C...

I have never had a guest blogger before. My dear friend, Tamar is going to be posting today. I'm just happy she went out of her way and set some time aside to do this. She even wrote this when she wasn't feeling well. Thank you Tamar! Hi, Deb's blog audience. It's me, her friend Tamar, the sick one who Deb's trying to pimp off. A couple of side notes before I get into the 'meat' of the matter-Deb and I have been friends for about 8 years or so, and she really is an amazing find. She's Italian and I'm Jewish. There's about a dozen years between us, but something about both of our parents coming from Brooklyn must be the solvent in our special friendship. Kind of a deeper understanding for the human condition with an eye and appreciation for the absurdity of it all. Now I don't follow her blog daily (like any true narcisist, I in fact rarely follow unless advised that I've been referenced!)- no, I think I'm rebelling, coming from a ...

Having an eye exam can be an intrusive experience. Why would I say that? See, it’s like this… Even though I had eye surgery to correct my vision two years back, I still have to go for regular check ups, just in case my cornea decides to give up, and fizzle out. Sitting in that weird electric-chair looking contraption, with all those weird spacey looking equipment devices, you wait for the doctor to come in. You nosey around a tad, you look at all the weird little lenses he has and see that they’re all piled up so neatly. They even have this headpiece that almost looks as though you are on death row. You notice the huge metal mask-like goggles that can swivel over to where you sit. There are so many buttons and levers on this puppy; enough to make your head spin. The whole office looks as though it’s there to create a robot of some sort. Now, I’ve been going to this same doctor since I was two years old. He has drawings that I did when I was four. He said to me, “If you ever get engaged...

As I was heading out to see my shrink, my phone rings. It’s my friend Tamar. She sounded all raspy. She came down with the flu really bad and stayed home from work. Now, Tamar has to be one of the healthiest people I know. She runs marathons and takes such good care of herself; however she works in an office where the bug cubicle hops from one pod to another. This weekend, Madelene (my partner) and I went out with Tamar & her friend Brian. They were both healthy. We went to this really nice restaurant nearby. It was so crowded that we had to squish ourselves in a mob full of people who were also waiting to be seated. I knew something was lurking in the air when I heard a few coughs. So yesterday, I rushed out the door to pick up some needed things for her, such as tea, honey, medicines, a roasted chicken as well as beautiful tulips to lift her up a tad. I checked in on her, and she sounded as though her condition worsened over a matter of a couple of hours. Her cough was productive...

It’s just not healthy for me to watch documentaries or shows that deal with natural disasters. My mind can’t fathom it, and I go into a silent panic mode. I sit in fear watching things like The Weather Channel’s “Storm Stories”, to the Discovery Channel’s special programs on any other disastrous events that can take place. I don’t even like watching the news at night. Madelene (my girlfriend) always puts it on so she can see the weather for the next day—and I’m like, “NO! Get your weather elsewhere! I can’t watch this stuff!” I finally figured out why I get most anxiety attacks at night---it’s because I watch the news right before going to sleep. Anyway, yesterday I was watching a documentary on volcanoes. Why in the world would “I” have to be concerned with the threat of a volcano erupting? I live in New York—not Hawaii. I figured this would be a ‘safe’ show for me to watch. I was wrong. More Ativan please, and pass me a beer while you’re at it! So, I was watching the Discovery Chan...

The mysterious Leesa has always captivated us. Her stories and life experiences have swept us into her world. Who is Leesa though? What is she really like? We only have one headshot photo of this beautiful southern woman whose intelligence is far beyond the average blogger. Her inspiring words pull you in as well as her risqué erotica . She is a woman who’s faithful to her husband; yet a woman with many fantasies to be told. Have they been carried out? Have her journeys been all a façade? What about her tales---are they all from a secret past? She is an enigma to all who read her. She is brilliant in her writing, which keeps us coming back for more. Leesa forces us to do this; to be our own judges. To fantasize what she is like. So, with that being said, I present to you … Leesa . I only had a headshot, so I drew in what I thought she may look like from the head down. You left us only to imagine...

Please be on alert for our very own blogger, Mike . Investigators on ABC News and CNN reported last night of Mike’s arrest for attempted robbery and indecent exposure. He was first seen by Walmart’s cameras sifting through women’s lingerie and apparel. He has been growing his hair into a mullet and has been seen wearing make up on occasion. Mike has escaped from prison and is now headed towards the northeast —particularly in the New York area. He is armed and dangerous! Do not attempt to approach him. Rumor has it that Mike is trying to do whatever it takes to make his marriage work, so he is trying to appear more like a woman. He refuses to shave his mustache, but is willing to do what is necessary in order to keep Deb happy. Some say he has already started hormone therapy. Changing his sex may be a possibility. He has already booked a trip to Thailand. This may be the reason why his behavior is erratic and unruly. If you see Mike , please report this to your local police departme...