Deborah Steinberg
A Bee in a Stone Mountain
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About the Author
Deborah Steinberg writes about anything-- her life, pets, children, metaphysics, food, bad drivers, etc.
By pure happenstance, She's read-up on Astrology since the age of eight and has conducted numerous Tarot and spiritual readings for the past ten years. Deb has even communicated with the dead. At times, by choice. Currently, she utilizes a Gypsy-Romany deck, her knowledge of Astrology and sparkly intuitive abilities to provide honest, humorous, uplifting, sometimes sarcastic but overall golden reports. Not to mention that life has kicked Deb's ass enough to understand ya'. For information on obtaining an in-depth reading, please write mail@deborahsteinberg.com. Otherwise, please stay tuned for weekly readings here. Thank you for visiting and enjoy!
Deborah Steinberg
Tarot Goodness for the Week of February 8th-14th: The King (The Emperor)
We'll be called upon to be disciplined creatures, leaders, this week, and it'll be important for us to have learned from any frustrations that may have surfaced last week and to have a plan of action in place. We need to keep certain flames in control, right, kids? << MORE >>
Tarot Goodness for the Week of February 1st-7th: The Flame (Suit of Wands)
In the heat of the moment, many of us say and do really stupid things. The key is to remember that we control the energy we expend. Waste not, want not, folks. Wasting energy on trivialities and senseless fears and people leaves us with not much left for what truly matters, what truly deserves and requires our attention. But reserving our 'fire' for all that withholds significance will benefit us with the kind of results we want to see, precisely when we want to see them... << MORE >>
Tarot Goodness for the Week of January 25th-31st: The Queen (The Empress)
The Queen advises that we do it for the fun of it, this week. That we make our little hearts happy and share those lil' happy hearts. Let's pay no attention to self-proclaimed "experts". Even if they scream and shout the loudest about how great they are and how amateurish others are, they often have the most horror to conceal and eventually fall down the hardest. << MORE >>
Someone's Nominated Me for an Award
I'm not quite sure why I've been nominated for an award-- I've probably been touching quite a bit of nerves with my straightforward writing-- but I'll run with it, Funkstar and Marina. Thank you (and Jesus!) for this award.
(Nice updates to the FunkAstrology blog, by the way. Really hope readers drop by and check out your investigative astrology articles and Marina's amazing artwork, too.)
Before I begin, I feel the need to tell a quickie. I was babysitting my neato friends, 9-year-old Gili and 5-year-old Ziv, for a little while last weekend. They were watching... iCarly? Hannah Montana? I can't remember which but their dad walked into the living room and changed the channel.
Before I knew it, we were all watching the Golden Globes.
"Heeeey! Why'd you change the channel?" Gili protested.
He returned to Disney.
"Why? Because this is the third time you've watched that episode."
"No, it isn't!"
At that point, Ziv was reciting lines from the episode.
"Yes, it is. Listen to your brother. He's memorized lines."
Sorry, Gili. No cigar.
Back to the Golden Globes.
Gili looked at me and I shrugged.
"Why do we always have to watch these shows? They're so boring. 'Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for this award. Thank you very much. Thank you'. That's all they say, daddy. Thank you, over and over and over..."
I wanted to laugh so hard. Instead, I allowed my head to drop down and shake from side to side. Even if I was highly amused by the honesty of children, I stayed the heck out of that conversation before it turned into "Deb, which show do you prefer?"
"Uh, neither," I'd say. "If I were forced to watch television, I'd channel surf until I hit Law and Order," I'd say.
Ahem. OK. Let's see. I'm supposed to list things in sevens, beginning with 7 things about myself you do not know. Hmm:
7. Recently, I've blurted numerous OMGs. Not typed-- blurted. Numerous times, which has lead Gili
to ask if I watched Hannah Montana, regularly. Needless to say, I've grown afraid...
6. Writing about celebrities has grown on me a little. As long as they're not irresponsible, egotistical,
ass-shaking, boob-baring, talentless wannabes, I suppose they don't make me nauseous.
5. I landed an extremely part-time job at a holistic chiropractic office. And I love it. I also love
the perks, like free chiropractic care and natural food/supplements. Then there are dirt-cheap
massages and acupuncture sessions... Hey, did I mention that the staff is great? My cup
runneth over.
4. Several weeks back, someone stalked me on a website and swore that I was talking about him/her.
I was confused back then. However, not so much today. I've come to the conclusions that
(a) this probably wasn't the sole internet inhabitant to have ever believed something like this and
(b) I simply couldn't care less about people who believe things like this.
I have no idea why anyone would react so sensitively and insecurely, believing what they read
on my blog or any other site for that matter to be gospel, all about them, when I don't
even know them.
Well, if Deb says that someone is an utter sh*tbag, that someone must be me!
Seriously?
Newsflash: the interwebs aren't just about you
and
that's
OK.
Still, if I write about poop on here, and you wanna believe it's about you, I'm not gonna
stop you from doing so.
3. I can beat big boys at Street Fighter. In rollerskates.
2. My mom used to call me a turtle. True. It takes me a long time to do anything and everything--
write, pee, drink my coffee, eat, floss and so on-- and so I've never disagreed with her. I am a turtle.
I put a lot of heart and time into everything I do, I guess, and want to be sure that my details
possess a unique stamp.
1. I have an idea for a modern Foreign Exchange Program guaranteed to do away with our
economic woes: Send entitled d-bags to third-world countries where they'll learn to work for
something. Then unite efficient foreigners with our remaining batch of hardworkers in the US.
Ta-da.
I've resisted a tremendous urge to re-nominate the FunkAstrology blog for this award, tonight. Would have been fun.
Anyway, in no particular order, I nominate the following good people of the interwebs for the Kreativ Blogger Award:
Hoboken 411's Perry Klaussen
Song of a Crocus Moon's Mary Jo Rhodes
Once a Mother's Kristin Binder
9nine9's David Cohen
The Back Burner's James S. Cullen
Ollav's Bill Rood
Real Astrologers' Diane and Pat
I won't hold anything against nominees who don't follow the rules, but the lucky ones are supposed to:
1. Copy/paste the Kreativ Blogger Award picture onto your blog
2.
3. Write 7 things about yourself we do not know
4. Choose 7 other bloggers to award
5. Link to them
6. Notify your 7 bloggers of their award
If I haven't included your blog on this list, don't be offended-- I can only pick seven.
Hasta la vista.
Deb's Horoscope for the Day
Courtesy of AskNow.com:
You've just about had it with a certain person -- the one who seems to be living for nothing else lately than to aggravate you, in any way possible. The bad news -- for them -- is that even though you've had quite the week, you'll catch a second wind this morning, and be more than happy to use it to defend yourself. The good news -- for you -- is that the universe has seen fit to arm you with an amazing array of verbal astrological weapons. Better warn them before you really get going!
This forecast pretty much nailed how I've been feeling. Thing is, I'm a little aggravated with more than just a certain person-- I'm a little aggravated with certain people and the mentalities, ideals, expectations, etc that are detrimental to our society and our world they continue to push like real nitwits. The people I refer to are leaders and include parents, educators, speakers, counselors, political "heroes" and so forth although, now that I think of it, this could very well be the retro-Mars in Leo parade in full force.
Well, this week, I've only begun to pee on that parade. So stand back, biotches.
Thank you, cosmos.
Blue
On Tuesday night, I brought home a blue Betta fish from a local pet store, a surprise for me and my husband, Chris.
I think he's a he, and his name is Blue. Not Blu. Not Bleu. Not Bloo nor Blou. Blue. It's an obvious and direct name. Blue is electric-blue just like the cute fish above and, after giving this name some serious thought, we realized that it was right up our humor alley.
Blue is easy for others to remember as well.
"Hey, Deb. What's your fish's name-"
A look at Blue and his blue-topped home will serve as immediate reminders.
"Oh, wait! I remember. Blue!"
Yes. Yes, you idiot.
Next up, the poetic coochie-coos.
"Oh, Blue! How cutesywutesydutesyfutesybluetesy are you?"
OK. So maybe the poetic coochie-coos won't come. Or maybe they will and I'll do away with them with my nightstick. The point is that I've made it abundantly clear what our fish's name is and all without saying so. Blue is beautiful and he means something to us, even if he won't go for a walk or sit on top of the refrigerator. He can't leave his water because he'll pretty much die. But we're very satisfied with the many basic joys he brings us.
Take yesterday morning, for example, when Blue kissed my index finger. I decided to play with him and stuck my index finger into what could've been fish-poop water, and the little guy came right up to me. He didn't have a titty-attack. He didn't flee the scene, hiding behind his plastic coral. No, he came right up to my finger and kissed it.
Well, either that or he was really hungry and was blub-blubbing my finger. Regardless, it tickled and brought fuzzy-wuzzies to my heart.
Then tonight, Chris came home from work and found the fish "sleeping".
"Blue? Uh, Blue?"
He gently tapped on the clear plastic walls of Blue's mini-tank until he was stirred awake, the fish quickly swimming up as far as he could possibly go to meet with Chris.
"He was so cute, Deb," Chris told me later. "Blue reminded me so much of you when I try to wake you up early in the morning-"
"Ass."
Blue was the first fish to swim right up to me at the pet shop. He looked tired compared to his active and social Betta friends. The rich blue color of his tiny tank lid was the opposite of the happy pinks, yellows and greens that surrounded him on the counter. But I took his eagerness to meet me as a sign and transferred him to the cashier. I've grown up with fish before, and he cost $10 including his tank. More importantly, he felt like our Betta. Chris and Deb's Betta. Blue was exactly the low-maintenance, step-one kind of surprise that would bring a huge smile to my husband's face, too. (Told you that I'm full of surprises!) And he would make a great companion for the dog we'll be welcoming to our home in the Spring.
Blue is our first permanent pet.
Welcome home, fish.
Tarot Goodness for the Week of January 18th-24th: The Train (The Chariot)
Let's keep chugging on, folks. Nothing left to see back there. We'll realize-- or we'll be made to realize somehow-- that we are 100% in control of our past and present choices and that some circumstances haven't just happened upon us like the famous 'Immaculate Conception'. << MORE >>
Astro Nuggets by Deb Steinberg: Libra Says 'Go F*** Yourself' by Sign
Strutting into an Astrology website that bashes one zodiac sign or another seems inevitable, lately. Whether it's a Capricorn hating a Libra or a Virgo wanting to wipe away a Scorpio like a speck of dust, this asinine conflict is out there on the interwebs for readers to see. It is an astrological nuisance which has reached a point of annoyance within me, so I've decided to do something about it.
Is a feisty Aries causing havoc? How about a menopausal Capricorn? Arrogant Scorpio? Controlling Leo? Full-o'-shit Libra? Well, thanks to my Libran drive for justice, I've developed a series of comebacks or "tools" necessary to defeat, or at least highly anger and confuse, your judgmental enemies in battle no matter their sign:
Aries: "Huh? Huh? What? What is it? What? Can you repeat that?" Keep this going for about
ten minutes. When Aries' veins look like they're gonna pop out of his temples, give him an
indifferent "oh".
Taurus: "Clean up my look? Clean up your place. You practically save the crap in your toilet for
retirement!"
Gemini: "Yaaaaaaaaawn." End with an urgent glance at your watch and a smile.
Cancer: "Wow, you look... different! I didn't say 'fat'. I said different."
Leo: "Gee, you're cute when you're angry."
Virgo: "Pssst psst pst." Whispering inaudibly will drive a Virgo nuts. If that fails, try "I moved your
folder/comb/keys/butter to an extra special place but can't remember where I put it/them."
Libra: "Barbie, you're more full o' sh*t than my rectum, right now. And your painting's crooked."
Scorpio: "You're but one of over 6 billion people on Earth. The fact that you've learned
to tie your shoelaces isn't going to make national headlines."
Sagittarius: "Ha ha! You're, like, so funny when you're being all serious and stuff. Seriously."
Capricorn: "OMG, I thought you were sixty. Forty-five? Really??"
Aquarius: "Great, animated speech. But, um, what the f*ck are you talking about?"
Pisces: "Aw, did you forget to take your meds, again?"
Astro Nuggets: Oh My Dogg!
I like very few celebrities. As in about twenty of them.
When I say 'like', I mean admire. And when I say 'very few celebrities', I naturally include Mr. Snoop Dogg. << MORE >>
His Assholiness
Pat Robertson has apparently been making stupid comments regarding Haiti and the countless victims of the recent devasting earthquake. According to him, God has done us all a big favor or something through this disaster.
Kids, if you've ever wondered what a big idiot looks like, Robertson is your epiphany.
*** Special thanks to Jaime Della Fave of The Fave who lead me to this "news". ***