It’s Not Just About The End by Deb Eileen

One morning this week on my way to work I got stuck behind a logging truck. Traffic was bad so I couldn’t pass and the truck seemed determined to find out how slow it could go before the trees stacked in the back would re-grow roots. I clenched the steering wheel and kept darting glances in the rear view mirror to see if traffic would break and I could get…

Friday, July 20, 2007
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In the middle of things by Deb Eileen

I’ve always stuck my nose in things that were none of my business. I hate to be the one who isn’t “in the know.” I don’t even have to know the people involved. If I’m in a grocery line up and the people one line over are having a great fight I’ll put down the People magazine and lean over the gum display to hear better. In fact, you could…

Friday, July 13, 2007
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Things I need to learn the hard way over and over… by Deb Eileen

I don’t tan. This is not from a healthy-I’m-avoiding-too-much-sun-exposure- approach. This is due to a tragic lack of ability. If I were able to tan I would head out, slather up and turn my hide a nice toasty brown. My skin tone is more marshmallow than toasty. It isn’t from a lack of trying. In high school I wanted to have a tan for prom so I went every day…

Friday, July 6, 2007
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Unfinished Business by Deb Eileen

I love starting projects. I get all excited planning the project, it’s a chance to buy new office supplies, I have big dreams for how I want it to turn out and every time about ¾ of the way through….pffft. Pffft is the sound of my enthusiasm running out. Currently, in my house I have all of the following: – one sock knit, one sock just started – the yarn…

Friday, June 29, 2007
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Breasts and Gravity by Deb Eileen

Sometimes in life you discover the meaning of the cliche- be careful what you wish for, you might just get it. Growing up one of my favorite authors was Judy Blume. I didn’t read her books, I consumed them. Anyone who has read her books recalls the scene in “Are you there God? It’s me Margaret”  where the main character in a desperate bid to develop breasts, does chicken wings…

Friday, June 22, 2007
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Water Lessons by Deb Eileen

A few years ago we traveled to Thailand with friends. We stayed at this tiny resort, small huts on the beach, no cars, not much to do but lie on the beach and play in the water. After a few days I began to notice something. When I would go out into the water with my friend Seth, he would constantly change position. I would move one way and then…

Friday, June 15, 2007
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Burn Baby Burn…

Those who read my blog know I’ve been on a rant this week. I came across a news story last weekend about a book store that was burning books. BURNING BOOKS. I couldn’t imagine any greater horror. I am physically incapable of throwing away a book. It doesn’t matter how bad it is, I still can’t bring myself to throw it out. I’ll do my best to foist the book…

Friday, June 8, 2007
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The Great Outdoors by Deb Eileen

I like the idea of gardening. I imagine myself (in a sort of Disney princess style) singing to animated woodland creatures while collecting a bounty of fresh veggies and flowers. Reality is a bit different. First of all, for those of you who may not know, earth is made of dirt.  Dirt which often contains things like worms and those bugs that have been exposed to nuclear radiation because they…

Friday, June 1, 2007
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Fame- I wanna live forever! By Deb Eileen

I don’t write because I want to be famous. I write because it is what I love to do. However, I am willing to admit I am okay with the idea of becoming famous should it happen. I didn’t set out for immortality, but I’m open to the idea. The best part of about writing fame is your name is famous, but most of the time you aren’t. This means…

Friday, May 25, 2007
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I want to be a better person by Deb Eileen

They say the first step is admitting you have a problem- so here it goes. I care too much about pop culture. It isn’t as if these issues keep me up at night, but I do wonder. How will Paris function in jail? Will she force her tiny dog to wear a striped outfit with a itsey bitsy ball and chain attached to one paw? Will she be forced to…

Friday, May 18, 2007
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