You pathetic curly haired people.

You have body, waves and beautiful ringlets.  Oh the suffering of it.  I don't know about frizzy hair.  I don't have that either.  I have, and not everyone believes it, totally straight hair.  Hair like  the finger in the socket hair.  Hopelessly unimproveable or styleable.  (never mind my spelling).  Their is nothing, absolutely nothing to be done to 'straight' hair to make it attractive.  I know.  You've seen straight haired people whose hair looks fantastic.  Little do you know.  Our bathroom shelves are lined with gels, lacquer, foams and finishing sprays.  They are used individually and together, our heads secretly a semi-matted mess.  No handsome man running his fingers through our hair, at least after the first try.  So no more saying to us, 'oh pooh, you exaggerate'.  We don't and that's the gospel truth.  Thanks heavens for my gorgeous looks.........................marge

Deaths of our young people.

I don't pretend to understand what it means to be of First Nation or African American backgrounds.  I doubt many of us do and for that I'm sorry.  I am however, appalled at what appears to be many people who jump into the fracas, not for justice, but for the need to prove their own self importance, self esteem and perhaps get their own needed 15 minutes of fame.  A poor comparison is people who go to sporting events and try to sit in line of the TV cameras.  They're not their for the games as witnessed by their inattention and their always glancing at the camera or their hand held electronics.  How pathetically sad.  How do we help those individuals?  They've become part of the problem, not one of the solutions.....................marge

To the lighter side

I live on a corner.  I like that.  People out for a walk wave to me.  I wave back from my kitchen window.  I was going to write a book once with that title, maybe I still will or better yet blog.  My side yard is not quite ordinary.  Nor, I guess, am I.  Looking out from my back porch windows are two large tigers and I do mean large.  In my yard itself, near the sidewalk, are smaller and larger animals.  All are made of assorted garden tools and any other pieces of metal found at garage sales.  There are treasures out there to be had.  Did I make these?  No.  My daughter the welder did.  She has more fun being creative than a three year old finger painting, much more.  I have a leopard named Sophia, Hugo the 200 lb. lion, A tall giraffe Quinn (my neighbor and I argued about whether it was a boy or girl, hence the name Quinn, A smaller giraffe, Lilly (only four ft. tall and lastly, for the moment, my favorite, so far, Hugo, an Orangutan, hanging from a plant holder.  Close your eyes and try to spell orangutan.  In the chair next to my side door is a plaque which reads, 'I may wander but I'm never lost'.  Do go garage saleing and do walk by and oh yes, wave...........................marge

Just a point of view

I don't know why a teenager was shot to death in Missouri.  The facts are not out yet.  So much is wrong with this story.  Right now I am more angry with the protesters, or should I say rioting looters.  They are, in my mind, bullying intimidaters.  They may well have the right to be angry and frustrated but their actions make their behavior completely unacceptable.  They have turned their town and many innocent business owners into victims.  Don't break into stores, loot, (with faces covered of course) and scream into TV cameras.  You want someone to pay for the young man's death, I get that.  Who among you is going to pay for all the havoc you have wreaked?  Are you not responsible for your behavior?  Let anyone responsible for the death and mayhem be held accountable.  Anyone and everyone....................marge

Cruel at its best.

There are people out there who keep taking mean, cruel pictures of me with their assorted types of cameras.  The blame is not the camera snappers though.  My loving relatives holding the photographic equipment certainly aren't accountable.The blame must rest with the camera manufacturers.  I can't be standing next to beautiful grandchildren who turn out good enough to be on a magazine cover and show up looking like, well, an apple left in the fridge too long and I really mean too long.  I'd show you a picture but haven't completely mastered the computer yet.  A picture however, would only prove my point I'm sad to say................................marge

Perfection

I am so close its embarrassing.  Really.  Don't listen to those 'naysayers'.  Shakespeare once said, oh wait, I never read Shakespeare.   But I digress.  Working in a group is sometimes difficult for me.  Alright.  Some would say 'doesn't play well with others' is more accurate.  Its just a matter of interpretation.  Integrity first, all else second.  Yes, humility is important and I do try to keep it in the mix.  Not always an easy task but only for good reasons.  In my attempt to keeping people informed, on any subject, my eagerness takes over, hiding my humility and humbleness.  Not good but any offense unintentional.  So there you have it.  Remember all my good qualities.  They are what make me.  No.  I won't list them again.  Quit daydreaming and use your brain.......................marge

Random thoughts

In another lifetime, I used to sit and cry as I tried to fold a contour sheet and make it come out square.  When you don't hear from your grown children, send an email.  'Hello I'm fine'.  I'll be 'finer' when the cast comes off my wrist.  If there's no such thing as a 'figured person', then there should not be a 'disfigured' person.  Its all in the mind's eye.  Pro baseball batters are also pros at multitasking.  Who else can chew, swing a bat and hit a ball all at the same time.  Perhaps high schoolers in class could benefit from the pros.  "Let them chew gum!"  The spitting is not in this equation.  Finally, I can't help wondering what the players do when home.  Does the wife occasionally have to slap them upside the head?  Till next time.........................marge