Sweet, Insane Deb
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Great people often times have the most interesting idiosyncrasies-this is true of my sister Debbie. I have nothing but love for my sister however sometimes I must just sit back and wonder if those blue eyes and big smile are just a store-front for the kind of market that sells crazy wholesale. That is why I always refer to the matriarch of our generation as my sweet, insane sister Debbie.

 

The world of the internet has been great for most. However when my sister found email it was somewhat akin to the computer in 2001:A Space Odyssey becoming self-aware and then dangerous when the human’s tried to shut it down. My sister is a wonderful craft/food person and she recently discovered the Martha Stewart website. Now you have to understand that anyone who is the subject of my sisters emailing affections is about in the same spot as a rancid piece of meat is to a wolverine. Deb likes to email-a lot. I understand Martha Stewart’s protection order will lapse in 6 months so Deb can once again ask home interior questions and trade recipes. Recently my sister discovered buckwheat pillows and so began her internet investigations. She is now emailing Juan at the North Dakota State Mill. He’s been very nice and she is quite happy but I wonder if that poor man knows what he’s done. It’s like in Jurassic Park-don’t move, don’t reply and the T-Rex won’t see you. I suspect it’s too late and he will be receiving many more buckwheat hull emails from Deb.

 

That’s enough bashing my sister-now the sweet part. When I first went to school as a child I hated it. I still don’t like leaving home and I liked it even less then. My sister had graduated the year before and decided to come to kindergarden with me. It helped me so much and I soon quit crying all the time and began to enjoy myself. My sister Debbie is the one I bring my problems to first. When my dog Buddy got run over by a train she was the first person, after my dad, that I spoke to. I always share my triumphs with her too. She receives more joy from them than I do. She was one of the few people who knew that I planned to propose to Lisa before Lisa knew. Deb was also the first one I called after Lisa agreed to my offer of matrimonial bliss. Finally when Lisa and I are so busy with wedding preparations, Deb and her husband Mike, have offered to do our groom’s supper. What a nice thing to do.

 

My sister provides me with so much; laughter, a shoulder and a friend. I plan to always spend a lot of time talking to her and spending time with her. I just hope I can get my name removed from her email list.