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!