Let me introduce myself. I'm
Margie, the one you've been
playing Scramble with for so long
but know nothing about.
I'd like to share a
little bit of my life with you,
starting from when I was a
baby....
And up to the present time, where you can see
that when
I'm not scrambling, I'm energetically working
out.
I'd like to introduce you to my family. Well, this was my
family about 30 years ago, but I just love this picture. Mom was so young and
vibrant, and never looked prettier.
This is my mom Mukesh, my dad Mansukh, my sister Morhenio, my
brother Madhukar, and me, Magdamar.
That's the family I grew up in. Well,
when I say "family," I mean we all have the same mom, but my brother and sister
and I all have different dads, so we'd just call any man that came to the
house "Daddy." There were about five that came over often
though.....
You're probably wondering if I was
adopted, because my siblings resemble my mom a lot more than I
do. But the fact is, my family has always loved the outdoors,
and my mom told me that when I was born, I looked just like my siblings, but I
was outside so much that my skin just kept getting darker and darker, and my
hair kept getting blonder and blonder, as you can see
above.
As a teenager, I
was so pretty and feminine, so i started my modeling career. I was on the
cover of Today's Gorgeous Woman, a popular teen magazine, and I was
chosen to be the spokesperson for the well-known cereal Sportcrunch, in
which I appeared on the cereal box.
Yes, I had it all back then, brains, looks, muscles....but then I fell in
love. I met my husband when I was in graduate school in Kentucky, doing my
master's thesis, "The Effects of Pollution on Bodily Functions," and I had
the pleasure of visiting a deodorant testing lab in Lexington. As part of their
rigorous testing, they must determine the strength of their product and
its effect on different individuals, so they must have a specialized crew
trained in armpit scent detection. This is where I met my husband, my cute little
armpit-scent detector. Although the
first time I laid eyes on him, he had his face buried in someone's sweaty,
stinky, hairy, armpit, my emotions ran rampant. I knew he would some day be
mine.
It's hard to see him in
the picture because he is
the very last one on the row.
We were married two months later, and we had a
very beautiful wedding.
I'll bet you don't recognize my brother,
Madhukar. He went from being a skinny, bratty, whining, thieving,
monstrous terror who tortured small animals and spent weekends in juvenile
hall, to being a very good-looking, honest, upstanding individual. He says
he'll stop torturing small animals when he finds a wife, so we're keeping an eye
out, hoping to find his dreamgirl. Any of you scramblers interested?
He's not too picky. As long as you cook and clean, wear a DD bra
size, love sex, and don't mind shaving his back and crotch area (a job which,
until he marries, will remain mine), he'll pretty much put up with any bad
habits you might have.
You may be thinking the shaving part is kind of
gross, but really, unless he forgets to shower for a few days in a row, it isn't
too bad.
We spent our honeymoon in Europe. It was so
lovely there. We had a little problem at the first hotel we got to.
My husband had an argument with someone about which deodorant works the best,
and the guy tried to run my groom over. But luckily I was there to
intercede. I stepped into the street just before my honey was mowed down,
stopping the car with my stomach muscles, and I lifted the front of the car so
high off the ground that it flipped over backwards. We almost weren't
allowed back in the U.S. after this incident, which included a 37 car pile-up,
but that's a whole other story.
Here are some honeymoon pictures.
But now we're back, and it's 20 years later, and my hobbies
today include ballet........
and I just love a good round of boxing.........
And while I'm enjoying my hobbies, my husband has a few of his
own. For instance, he bought a plane a few years back. He named
it "The Meat Hound." He loves pretending he's the Red Baron. The FAA
has banned him from lifting the plane off the ground, so he set it up in the
backyard and plays war games. hehe, he's so cute.
You know, seeing a smile that big on the face of someone you love,
makes all the disturbing-the-peace citations we get seem worthwhile. Plus, we're almost done paying off the
Hinkles next door for the damage to their roof. Mrs. Hinkle says my sugar plum was flying too low, and Mr.
Hinkle says it was the ammo that did it. Whatever....I guess we'll never know for sure.
.
He also likes to play his electric guitar. He pretends
he's in a band, you know, with a long black wig.....even though his voice sounds
like Tiny Tim's.
Well, that's about all I can think of, except that you may be wondering where I got my sense of humor. Well, I think it was
from Uncle Horatio. See, he can do this thing with his eyes......
I remember when I was a kid, he'd take us to public swimming pools and pretend he was drowning, and when the lifeguard would rescue him,
that's the face he'd have. The kids would look at him and cry, the people would get so freaked out, and I laughed so hard! LOL He's such a kick.
So that's it. I hope you've enjoyed my "life." :)
