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A New Pocketbook, Delaware Mosquitoes and Guest Writer Michelle Buys a Honda Civic

Pocketbooks, Delaware Mosquitoes and Honda Civic Hybrids

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Strange Sex Laws

In Lebanon, men are legally allowed to have sex with animals, but the animals must be female. Having sexual relations with a male animal is punishable by death.

(Like THAT makes sense)

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In Bahrain, a male doctor may legally examine a woman's genitals, but is prohibited from looking directly at them during the examination. He may only see their reflection in a mirror.

(Do they look different reversed?)

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Muslims are banned from looking at the genitals of a corpse This also applies to undertakers. The sex organs of the deceased must be covered with a brick or a piece of wood at all times.

(A brick??)

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The penalty for masturbation in Indonesia is decapitation.

(Much worse than "going blind!")

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There are men in Guam whose full-time job is to travel the countryside and deflower young virgins, who pay them for the privilege of having sex for the first time.

Reason: under Guam law, it is expressly forbidden for
virgins to marry.

(Let's just think about this one for a minute; is there any job anywhere else in the world that even comes close to this?)

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In Hong Kong, a betrayed wife is legally allowed to kill her adulterous husband, but may only do so with her bare hands. The husband's illicit lover, on the other hand, may be killed in any manner desired.

(Ah! Justice!)

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Topless saleswomen are legal in Liverpool, England - but only in tropical fish stores.

(But of course!)

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In Cali, Colombia, a woman may only have sex with her husband, and the first time this happens, her mother must be in the room to witness the act.

(Makes one shudder at the thought.)

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In Santa Cruz, Bolivia, it is illegal for a man to have sex with a woman and her daughter at the same time.

(I presume this was a big enough problem that they had to pass this law?)


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Delaware Mosquitoes

We've had some rain here in Delaware lately. Just in case yon reader doesn't have a TV or anything. Indeed lawns across the lower and slower part of Delaware, the part Senator Biden never visits, were covered with a couple of inches of water and after the rains, well the water remained.

You know you're talking failed septic system when you see a lawn in that shape. For sure the septic tank is awash in water and the drain field will be destroyed.

My own home survived the waters handily but the little window wells that lead to the crawl space under the house filled with water. No big deal. Our lawn is sloped and leads the water AWAY from the house. For a while there it was shaky and frankly, had we not had an especially dry spring I am sure the damage would have been more extensive.

So the politicians of this area went and did something smart. I bet they used Homeland Security money to do it too but I'm just speculating.

But just as soon as those flood waters stopped pouring, we had a mosquito problem that was damn near catastrophic. I'd sit on my porch and watch thousands of mosquitoes dancing against the house's siding. The quantity of mosquitoes flying around was much more evident with the background of the light siding revealing just how many damn mosquitoes there were flying all about. One might know this by the mere act of getting bitten constantly while outdoors. With the house's siding providing a contrast one could actually SEE the thousands of mosquitoes.

So as I sat one night on the porch, minding my own business, two airplanes come flying in, dear Lord they were so low the tree tops swayed. The dogs were on the porch with me and they both ran over to me whimpering and cowering such was the noise from the airplanes. Across the quiet community people could be heard coming out of their homes yelling about what the heck...? Indeed my own husband was taking a nap and those airplanes yanked him from a sound sleep.

The next day my husband informs me that he found out the mystery of the airplanes.

They were spraying mosquito spray.

In fact, also that following morning I'd noticed weird spots on my petunias.

There are no more swarms of mosquitoes flying against the house's siding. Their bites have mostly disappeared as well. The petunias appear to be recovering.

Hey, I'm serious here. There were no great debates in the mighty legislatures. Thank God Joe Biden was out still running for President and ignoring his home state per normal or surely he would have had to pontificate and debate the merits of such spray and the potential environmental damage.

Somebody, I'm thinking the local guys here, but SOMEBODY went ahead and got it done. There was no time to debate the issues. The mosquitoes were horny and there was standing water everywhere to receive their bountiful egg masses. Somebody was the manly man and got it done.

I have no problem if the Sussex county people had to "borrow" from the Homeland Security budget. Just think, entire nations in Africa perish because of the out-of-control mosquito populations.

Comes the time when the manly man does the deed while Senator Biden pontificates.

Some Serendipity at the Shore

It's summer and I must grouse at the beach tourists. Which makes getting anywhere around this area a real big pain in the butt.

However, I DID need a pocketbook.

At this point perhaps yon female readers only should continue on. For only a woman can understand the earth shaking decision that purchasing a pocketbook entails.

I need, specifically, a slot for my cell phone, one for my IPOD, another for my business cards if I had any. Then I love my wallet and it's a big affair. Thus the new pocketbook had to hold this in a manner to make it accessible without a struggle.

So many stipulations.

In this part of Delaware we have a whole slew of outlet stores. And they're REAL outlet stores, IE actual stores ran by the manufacturer. We've got all kinds of outlet stores too. Some sell fancy china, some sell shoes, some sell sports goods. Three big malls of these outlet stores and Delaware has no sales tax.

Tangier Outlets


Boom. I ride down to the grocery and pull the Jeep into one such outlet mall. I know just the place to buy that pocketbook. A Liz Claiborne outlet.

I park and trot into the store. There are rows and rows of pocketbooks. It was such fun to pick one out that met my needs and go on, they did have tops on sale and hey, why buy a top without some new pants?

Purchases made I got back to the Jeep and headed on down to the grocery.

Hey, I might live in the swamps of Delaware but that little trip to a real Liz Claiborne outlet made me feel as if a hardened denizen of 5th Avenue, New York City.

Below is a picture of my new pocketbook such is my joy. These outlet stores are not Wal-Mart. But when one specific item is required, they are just the thing.

Liz Claiborne pocketbook

More Delaware posts HERE

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Drivel: Fate, Revisited

I think maybe we should be banned from car lots totally. Or maybe not. Yep, we've done it again. Bought another car.... but let me take you back to just over a week ago.

I was minding my own business, daydreaming about the Fox Room. Enter Harry with the Camry. He's got some bad news... and I think maybe the Camry got crunched. But no, it's worse; the Camry needs an engine.

It's been a good car, except for that jinxy starting problem. You know, the one that only seems to affect it when I'm driving? Where you go to pick up a friend's kids and after you've sat in the parking lot for fifteen minutes, the kids get in, and the car won't start? (Ever seen a sixteen-year-old try to scrunch down in the seat to not be seen with you?)

honda hybrid
The dealership had the Camry for three months and put 100 miles on it trying to duplicate that problem and never could. That's why Harry drives it. It doesn't do it to him as often and he knows how to start it when it does.

Moot point now, though. An engine. Cost? About 5 grand. Hmm.... $5,000 and we'd still have a car that was built in 1989, has 189,000 miles on it, and won't start when I drive it.

We took our need-an-engine-and-won't-start car to town and went shopping.

We came home about five hours later (the time on this process never goes down, does it?) with the old car and a new one. Once again, we couldn't get enough trade-in for the old vehicle to justify trading it in (don't worry, though, we have plans for it).

And the new one? A Honda Civic Hybrid. Gas and electric. Both.

White. Can't have everything.

It's an odd car. Excellent gas mileage but odd.

The dash has the usual gauges and a couple of extra ones. I call it my biofeedback car because one of the gauges tells you if you're charging the electric battery or using it to boost your gas engine. Blue is bad, green is good.

We are also engaged in using it as a video game replacement because it's got an average miles per gallon gauge. My top score is 50.7 so far, but I'll admit I was playing off someone else's tank.

Oh, and it shuts itself off at every stop. That takes a bit of getting used to. Apparently, it's part of the savings you get from the car; it's not using gas waiting for that three-mile train to go by.

I guess we still need practice. We haven't got the mechanics of trading down yet.... we are retiring the car that won't start for one that shuts off at every stop.

More on the Honda Hybrid HERE

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Michelle
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