Margaret Wonders

Oh, I'm not on my facebook page.  How does one keep up with all this stuff.  I have been poked (what does that mean)?  I have been asked to join other facebook pages - I'm not sure I know who some of them are.  I agonized over what picture to put in my profile - is it wrong to put up a 10 year old picture of when you were at the perfect weight and were have a really good hair day?

Margaret thinks this facebook think may take up far too much time.  Margaret wonders how people keep up with this thing.  Margaret is going to start talking in the third person for everything.

Sunday Morning Ritual

Today I read about Irma S. (notice I am not using last names) she lived a life.  She was born in Italy and ended up in California via Ellis Island.  She had grandsons that she taught to cook.  She was well known for her legendary polenta meals.  I thought how wonderful, one of her grandsons actually is a well known chef.  All I remember my grandmother ever cooking was donuts.  They were fantastic chocolate donuts that right out of the oil she would pop in a paper bag full of sugar.  They were so yummy, but I never got the recipe and they will now live forever in my memory.

So, to all of you with a grandmother that cooks, get her recipes!!

Rememberances

I have spoken before on this blog about my oldest friend, Jolie.  When Jolie died she left behind, among others, two beautiful young girls.  Well, those girls are growing up and one has decided to remember her mother in a special way:

Abby had her mother's name tattood on her forearm.  Jolie Love - I always loved her name and this is a beautiful tribute.

New Year

I can't really believe that it is 2009!  The past year seemed to just fly by.  The year passed pretty quitely for my beloved and I.  I realize while I'm thinking about it, that we are quite lucky.  There is so much that can happen to any of us and the ones we love that every day that passes that nothing bad happens is a blessing.

Crap on 580

Oh, 580 is always such a pleasure.  On Monday I saw a black ballon, the string stuck in a crack or something in the breakdown lane.  As the cars zoomed past, the ballon moved back and forth and up and down.  I wondered how it got there.

I also saw the ultimate in multi-tasking on 580 the week of Christmas.  It was a rainy morning and there was a lot of traffic.  I looked in my rear view mirror and saw a woman driving her car, while eating a bowl of cereal, while reaching behind her to do something to her kid in the car seat in the back seat!  Now, that is talent!  I then spent the next 20 minutes or so trying to get away from her.

Unclear?

Now I am not sure who is unclear on the concept, but...  Last Saturday on the way to dinner in the City and we pulled up behind a Prius.  A very ecological car right?  You care about the environment, right?  Always a good thing.  Then comes the unclear part.  Tied to the top of the car in a big plastic bag was a big old Christmas tree?  You will drive a car that gets a billion miles to the gallon to help the environment, but you will cut down a tree that took years to grow so you can put it in your living room for a couple of weeks, not to mention the plastic bag which will be in a landfill for who knows how many years.

Memories

Today's paper provided me with two memories from my past.  Hmm... I guess that is where all memories come from, right?  Anyway...

Memory Number 1

Sunny Von Bulow finally died.  After being in a coma for almost 28 years she is finally at peace.  Well, maybe she has been at peace for 28 years and her body just finally gave out, we will probably never really know.  I remember this case.  I was working in Providence at the time at we would walk over to the court house at lunch time to see the goings on.  It was big news in Rhode Island.  I wonder if we will ever know the truth about that whole ugly thing.

Memory Number 2

Waffle mania!  There is a man named Alain DuPont who goes to the farmers market at Civic Center in a bus and sells Belgium Waffles!  He imports the dough cause he can't get it here.  Anyway, my memory has nothing to do with this man, but with another one.  On my first trip to Europe with my friends Michael, Dominic and Anne we stopped in Brussels on our way back to Amsterdam from Paris.  Within a few minutes we found a place that made waffels and Michael ate about 8 of them in a few minutes.  This waffle wrangling made him a little sick and he missed the Scottish hockey team in full dress kilts and my beer wrangling which lead to one marriage proposal, the switching of a kilt for my skirt (and yes, it is true) and Dominic wondering where I put all that beer.

Ah, memories.