Momma Mia It's Finger Tingling Not So Good

For the past week my right hand has been acting like it's a sleep during very important times of the day. During inappropriate times, example when my hand is needed doing other tasks. Like, holding a cannoli, or shoveling a meatball in my mouth, or while pushing the cart around my favorite Italian Market Claros in Orange County. 

Which brings me to my next point...WHERE THE HELL IS THE ITALIAN MARKET IN INDIANAPOLIS?? I found the Asian market, the Vietnamese store, the Hispanic market.....WHERE OH WHERE CAN I BUY MY BELOVED CAPOCOLLO, MORTADELLA,

SALAME AND FRESH PROVOLONE AND MOZZARELLA BALL 

Mom took me to Claros Italian Market yesterday and told me to pick out what ever I wanted. OH MAMA MIA did I fill up that basket, and yes, my hand was tingling the whole time.  http://store.claros.com/

 Oh the bitter sweetness of shopping at Claros, not only do I get enormously homesick walking down the aisles, I also feel slightly enraged! Why don't I have the luxury of pushing a shopping cart  through the aisles of an Italian Market in Indianapolis?  Then suddenly like a church bell ringing at Norte Dame Cathedral, I had am epiphany? Why don't I open up my own Italian market???  I mean really how hard can it be to order all of my favorite market place items and import them to Indianapolis?? Like a sledgehammer reality struck while I remembered how that kind of thought process takes money to bring to fruition. Oh well, I'll continue my search. If there are any investors reading, I'll do all of the hard work if you lay down some cash to help me open up a little piece of heaven like Claros in my small midwestern farm town.  I'm an Italian with hard working ethics who needs to have Panettone,  prosciutto, capacol and salami at her leisure. (Get that head out of the gutter, jeez!! Or was that just me?) 

Now back to the tingle fingers. 

I'll tell ya this finger tingling is really starting to bug me..Not because it is uncomfortable. I now understand why people are so effected by carpel tunnel that they need to wear one of those funny looking bowling glove fandangos around their wrists. My husband who is an editor always comes home asking me to massage his editing hand. Sometimes I do, and sometimes I don't. On the days I don't  I give him my consent  to go a nice Korean spa  that are abundant in Los Angeles where he will get the greatest hand and 

 all over massage in the world. Now that I am experiencing this tingling I am feeling so guilty for not helping him more with his hand  situation. I mean he has a reason to have this feeling. He is constantly working with his hand on a daily, monthly, yearly  basis so he definitely  has validation to have a tingling hand thingy.  So why the hell am I having this?  Mom is trying to be so sweet, blaming it on all of the fabulous blogging I've been doing. WHAT????  Sorry to say that the time it takes me to write a post is about the same time a pack of wild coyotes ferociously attacks a chicken pen! I pump out my posts as quick and fast and it shows with all of my G. E. S ( AKA Grammatical Eye Sores. See past post)  

My step father the Chief has been telling me to do some very helpful wrist exercises. Every time I feel the tingles while I"m still baffled to why?  Why?  Where is my honey's wrist so I can give him a guilt ridden massage? 

Then like the church bells that were ringing at high noon on the day  I was born, it came! It's all of that bread that I've been kneading!

Oh Momma Mia!! That's not gonna stop me from making bread! If my Great Grandmother GG, the matriarch Italian female of our family can keep popping cavadilles, (or as most people would call them gnocchi) from under her fingertips well into her old age, then so can I! OH CLAROS WHERE ARE YOU IN INDY?? CAN I OPEN A STORE FOR  YOU??  PLEASE?? PRETTY PLEASE??