Happy New Year

Multiple Sclerosis Via The Lancet

Jane (Margie): Some of you may recall that I lost my beloved  and only nephew, Chris, last May. He died from complications of MS at age 32. He was my world and all the joy in it and I miss him terribly. I try to post information about MS when I can and that is why I'm here today.


I am happy to present  Multiple sclerosis Journals from The Lancet. You will be able to listen to free podcasts for author interviews and expert discussions covering international issues relevant to neurology. Here, individuals can learn more through  direct links to free resources such as reviews, opinions, and news throughout the Lancet online community.

Many thanks to The Lancet for providing this information.

Merry Christmas

Margie: Edna, I always look forward to this every year. We sit in the parlor with our cordials and exchange gifts. It's very pleasant.

I decided to get you something useful this year. No lotions or creams or Polident for you. I'm giving you a gift of the one thing you have never experienced.Are you ready? Here it is, sister.

Edna: Here's your gift, since you're always complaining about your gout.  Although, I wonder if that would work as a how-to manual?

Margie: I hope so. I wouldn't have to buy you any more gifts for Christmas.

Edna: Margie, you're a regular Scrooge. Just for that I'm not going to give you that designer Snuggie I bought for you over to the flea market. I got it for you in camouflage so you can sneak up on the gentleman at the VFW.
   

Margie and Edna's Gift Ideas

Margie: Edna, there are so many people who wait until the last minute to buy Christmas gifts so I thought we could give folks some gift ideas. Here's something I'd like to get.


Edna: Oh honey, your hands are much too mannish to be able to wear a large ring like that. You want to minimize your deficits, dear, not emphasize them.

Now, something like this would really flatter my lovely blue eyes.

Margie: I think you mean those blue veins around your watery eyes. Nobody in their right mind would buy earbobs costing that much. Not for you anyway.

Edna: Shows how much you know, Miss Smarty-Pants. I have an email right here from an Arabian prince who says he'll share his millions with me if I send him a little bit of information. Where's your bank book, Margie? Hurry it up, before he decides there's younger fish in the sea!

Margie: Edna, you're a moron. Ask for his picture first.

Fun Friday

Christmas craziness

 

Edna:  Margie, I tell you what, I am getting too old for mall shopping any more.  I went to do some last-minute shopping today with Cousin T, and I like to have gone out of my mind.  First of all, the music was cranked up so loud in some of those stores that you could barely hear the sales clerks. Then, the temperature was insane in that mall. Hopefully those weren't hot flashes, because I’m too old for those too.  I think they make it so hot in the stores so you'll get thirsty and buy food and drinks at the food court.  Well, I am too smart to fall for that!

Then, all the people with kiosks accost you as you walk by, even if you're looking the other way and not making eye contact. No, I don't want to change my wireless service! No, I don't want to try a hair straightener (my hair is already straight!) If I wanted to buy an air-brushed tee shirt with Justin Bieber on it...well, if that ever happens, just shoot me. It was like an exercise in torture.  I'm not going back and you can't make me.

Oh, and the cherry on top was the traffic in the mall parking lot, pure insanity. I watched an old man in a truck completely run over a five-foot tall "no parking" sign, pause slightly, then keep going. He cut that sign off at the base of its metal pole, and last I saw it was just laying there in the parking lot. I don't think he even saw it, I think he thought he just ran over a speed bump or something. Cousin T and I just looked at each other.  For once, neither of us had anything to say.

If I were a drinking woman, I'd be relaxing with a nice wine cooler right about now. I think I need a nap.  Or a leisurely vacation in Florida.  See you later, sister!

Baking Christmas Cookies

Edna: Margie, get on in here and help me prep the kitchen. We're baking Christmas cookies today, and you know we promised Mrs. Pastor that she'd be getting some of our famous shortbread this year. Don't you forget to wash your hands!

Margie: Edna, must you scream in that shrill voice of yours? You prep the kitchen yourself. I'm tired of doing all the work around here. I sat in Santa's lap at the mall today and asked him to bring you a maid.

Wash your own hands. I haven't washed mine since Frank Sinatra kissed them back in 1942!

Edna: Oh, Lord, give me strength. I know you try and provoke me so you can get out of helping me, but it's not going to work, missy.

Besides, if you don't get in here and help me then you don't get to taste any of the cookies. It's your choice, sister.

A Margiedale For Christmas

Fun Friday Gift For The Ladies

Our Favorite Christmas Desserts

Margie: Edna, I thought our friends might enjoy hearing about our favorite Christmas desserts. I bet they'd like our recipes too. Well, my favorite dessert is a Banana Split Pie. Listen to my stomach growling. Edna, what's your very favorite?

Edna: Trust you to pick something non-traditional. Give me a good old-fashioned fruit cake every time, sister.

I make this every year and I never get any complaints.

Remembering Agnes Moorehead

Margie: Agnes Moorehead was born this day in 1900. She is most widely known for her role as the witch Endora in the TV series Bewitched.

Edna and I sure loved that show. I guess Edna liked it because she is a witch and I liked it because I loved how Endora would cast spells on folks.

Moorehead died of uterine cancer at the age of seventy-three in Rochester, Minnesota.

Fun Friday

National Fritters Day

Margie: Edna, this is National Fritters Day and that reminds me of Mama's apple fritters. I can smell them now. I wish I had a plate full of them and I'd eat every one.

Remember how you and I would fight over who got the most fritters? I can still hear Mama saying, "Ladies do not fight." Guess you never listened, huh?

Edna: As usual, Margie, you are misremembering. The way I recall, you would eat all the fritters before I got to the table, then you'd pinch me until I cried to make Mama think we were fighting. What you didn't know is that she always saved me a plate in the pantry. Guess you got out-smarted, sister.