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About Deb / Being Aunt Debbie

Single, disabled mother of 2 adult children and grandmother to 7 beautiful grandchildren! I love Medieval History, castles, all things Celtic. I love animals, rock music, Mexican food, writing, learning, and good movies. I love to crochet!

They/Them Pronouns

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By now, many of us have a non-binary loved one or at least know someone who is non-binary. It still seems weird to me, as it probably does to most people. I mean, we are born male or female, right? A non-binary person is one who does not exclusively identify as male or female. It’s hard for me to imagine or understand this, however, who the hell am I to disagree with how anyone identifies? No one has the right to disagree with how someone feels about themselves or how they identify. Even if we don’t understand it. Even if we don’t like it. Even if we think it’s not how God intended things to be. We all need to learn to just back off and let people be who they want to be; let people be who they are. It’s none of our damn business.

My biggest complaint about the non-binary person is that we are expected to use the pronouns they or them instead of he/him or she/her. I think most will agree that it’s difficult to do this because we were taught how to use pronouns as we were growing up. Sometimes it just doesn’t sound right when you’re used to saying, “Does he want a cupcake?” to now say without stumbling over the words, “Do they want a cupcake?” Or is it “Does they want a cupcake?” See, it’s confusing. One way sounds better but at the same time, they is usually used when speaking of more than one person. It could be confusing and we might say it incorrectly.

Anyway, back to my complaint. If the non-binary person expects us to use their preferred pronouns, then I expect in return that they be patient with those of us who find it hard to get used to. Just give us a little slack as we try to relearn what we were taught growing up.

Simple respect and understanding goes both ways.

Super Bowl Party

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Every year, Dad and I have a Super Bowl Party. It’s a joke. It’s just me and Dad. I make hot wings and some other game-day food. This year, I made a bean dip, Bacon Jalapeno Popper Egg Rolls, and hot wings. The food was good but all I wanted to do was eat and eat and eat some more. Ugh.

About the Super Bowl…I am not a football fan at all. I despise football. I don’t care who wins or who loses. I always take a side though, just for shits and giggles. This year, I chose The Eagles. Yeah, I know. The Chiefs are closer to home but what does that matter? Maybe The Chiefs need to be knocked down a notch or two. Too big for their britches, you might say. So, I chose The Eagles. We know how that game turned out! 22-40 Eagles! Anyway, I didn’t really watch the game. I only watched while we were having our hot wings. In the past, I have only watched for the commercials but somehow in the past few years, the funny or at least amusing commercials have declined. It’s no longer fun to watch.

Anyway, I thought I might share a recipe since I haven’t done that in quite some time. I hope you like it!

Bacon Jalapeno Popper Egg Rolls

8 oz. cream cheese, softened
1 c. shredded cheddar cheese
8 strips of bacon, cooked and crumbled
4 jalapenos, seeds removed and chopped
1 tsp. garlic powder
10 egg roll wrappers (I used more than 10)
Oil, for frying
Ranch, or other dipping sauce

Mix all ingredients until well combined. Working with one wrapper at a time, place a spoonful or two of the jalapeno mixture onto the center of each wrapper. You decide the thickness of your egg rolls. You will get more egg rolls if you use less of the cheese mixture in each roll.

To roll, lightly wet the edges of the wrapper with water. Fold up the bottom corner of the wrapper to cover the filling. Then fold in the right and left corners to the center, pressing lightly to seal. Roll the wrapper tightly until the filling is completely enclosed and the edges are sealed. Fry in hot oil, watching carefully to prevent burning. Drain on paper towels. Serve hot with dipping sauce of your choice.

Well, that’s all for today, friends. Have a great week! 

 

 

Update and What’s Eating Aunt Debbie?

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Work on the house was slowed for a couple of weeks. Our contractor was sick and had some other difficulties. This past week, work resumed. I wish it was going faster. I am so sick of this old crappy house. It’ll get done, I know. Patience. I know. I don’t have much patience in my 60s.

We took BobCat to the vet earlier in the month. He had lost weight, 2 lbs. to be exact. I don’t think that’s accurate. He seems heavier to me. Anyway, he got his vaccinations. He was not happy with me until we headed home. They always know. They cry all the way and then not a peep out of them on the drive home. I was a bit worried about the poor thing afterward, though. He was lethargic for 2 days and he felt like he might have had a little fever for the first day. He snapped out of it. It’s not unusual for cats to have those symptoms after vaccinations. There are worse symptoms so I am grateful that his symptoms were mild.

I’ve just about had it with the USPS. I am signed up for Informed Delivery and receive an email daily letting me know what mail and/or packages I have coming that day. But what good is it when it’s wrong? I’ll get an email that says I have 2 packages out for delivery but they don’t come. When I check tracking on those packages, it says that they are “moving through the system” or “on its way to the next facility” or even, “awaiting sender” and I just blow a gasket! If it says “out for delivery” that tells me it’s in our mail carrier’s car. So how can it go from that to “moving through the system” or “on its way to next facility”? One package I tracked since Jan. 8th, when it was ordered. Every few days tracking would say something different, even “out for delivery”. But I never got it until Feb. 7th. Wtf? It just chaps my hide that the USPS continues to raise rates while their service declines.

Do you ever feel like you’re speaking a foreign language? Every single time (and I’m not exaggerating) I have to contact a business for some reason, the response is always wrong. It has nothing to do with my issue and it infuriates me. It could be a phone call or an email. I always have to explain the problem again, as if I’m talking to a moron…hey, maybe they are morons, I don’t know. I go round and round with sometimes more than one person. Turn me over. I’m just about done.

I’m not even sure what to say about what’s going on with our government these days. Maybe I’ll just keep my mouth shut. I think eventually none of us will be able to speak out against Trump. Freedom of Speech will someday be a thing of the past. I’m thinking of deleting my Facebook account. That’s the first place that will be scanned for “radical liberals”. I hate to leave Facebook because that’s the only way I can connect with family and friends. I deleted my accounts on Twitter (X) and Instagram, and I tried BlueSky but it’s so much like Twitter that I am deleting that account, too. Social Media has ruined this country. Ugh.

On a brighter note, Dad and I are having a “Super Bowl Party” tonight like we do every year. He and I are the only ones invited! Haha! Just a funny thing we do to amuse ourselves. I’m going to make hot wings and some kind of bean dip, not sure what recipe to use yet. I only watch the Super Bowl for the commercials. Sometimes they are hilarious!

Well, I just wanted to let y’all know I’m still alive and kicking, well not kicking. More like having a seizure. Ha! Have a great week, my friends!

WP Daily Prompt

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Daily writing prompt
If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
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I’m disabled and walk with crutches so the one and only thing I wish my cats could understand is that they need to stay away from my feet so that I don’t fall and kill myself and/or fall on them and hurt them. That in itself would break my heart.

My Protective Brain

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I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this in my blog, but I cannot stand to look at Steven Tyler. In case you don’t know who he is, he is the lead singer of the rock band Aerosmith. My eyes have had an aversion to his face since I was very young.

When I was a teenager, I used to go to the music store and rifle through the records to see if there was anything I wanted to spend my babysitting money on. I think that’s when I first saw Steven Tyler’s face. To this day, I have never owned an Aerosmith recording.

If he comes on tv for some reason, or if there’s a post about the band on Facebook, or various other sources, I avert my eyes. I just can’t do it. You probably think that’s silly. It’s awful but the man gives me the creeps. He looks like his face has been melted and then molded back imperfectly.

My Dad used to ask me, “What about so and so? Don’t you think he’s ugly?” I told him, “I can handle ugly. Ugly doesn’t bother me.” I mean, people can’t help the way they look, right? Steven Tyler can’t help the way he looks either and I know how shallow I sound, but I can’t help it!

My ex told me once that if he shaved his mustache he would look like Steven Tyler. I told him if he ever shaved his mustache off he could find the damn door.

My brain protects me from Steven Tyler. Years ago, I had a dream with Steven Tyler in it. I don’t know why. It just happened. In my dream, I couldn’t look at him either. I woke up relieved. My brain protected me.

I can’t listen to Aerosmith’s music even though I like some of their songs. I always picture him singing and it creeps me out. The soundtrack of the movie Armageddon features several Aerosmith songs, including the song “I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing.” I love the song but it’s really hard for me to listen to it. Not only is it rather sad but I can see his face singing it. I try to envision someone else singing it but it doesn’t always work.

Oh, and there was a video back in the day when MTV played music videos. The song was “Pink,” I think. It really gave me the heebie-jeebies. I know you’re laughing at me. I can’t help it. Look up the video and watch it. *Shivers*

Last week, I had a dream that Steven Tyler moved into the house next door. (There isn’t a house next door because I live out in the boonies.) I think I had the dream because Dad and I watched Armageddon on Friday night. Anyway, Steven Tyler kept coming to my door and knocking but I knew who it was and would not open the door. My brain protected me, yet again.

I don’t know the psychology behind this so if someone has any clue, let me know. I just know that I will continue to avert my eyes until I am dead…and hopefully in the afterlife as well.

You can stop laughing now.