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Crazie Town is my take on what it's like to live in my large, dysfunctional, loving family. I hope you enjoy your visit!

Nefarious Fat-Stuffing Elves

I come from a long line of short, round women.  My sister once visited an International Food Festival.  She said she noticed something odd as she moved from the France booth, eastward through the Italy booth, pausing at the Germany booth and stopping at the Austria Booth.  The women changed from tall and lithe, to squat and plump.  I don’t need a 23 And Me test to know where I come from.

Horrible Grandmother Nellie was thinner than Mom but still, no model.  However, this did not stop her from criticizing her daughter’s size.

Before Mom died, she asked that I take all her journals.  Besides the occasional motherly comments about my latest weird haircut, the pages were filled with starting of diets, ending of diets and in between, all the self-loathing she could fit on a page.

For the first fifty years of my life, I’d only inherited the short part. Now, each year the nefarious fat-stuffing elves add a little more padding to my limbs, my belly, my face.

These evil elves’ antics are a constant surprise to me.  Suddenly my favorite shirt won’t button.  Abruptly, a muffin top appears above the waist of my jeans.  Out of the blue, my skinny jeans are too skinny for my thighs.

shutterstock_70376086 copyI’ve tried Whole 30, Paleo, Keto and counting calories.  It all ends with the same image staring back at me – short and round.

Today is Mom’s birthday.  In her honor, I surrender to the joy of being short and round.  Love you Mom!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just Get In The Dang Rowboat

“Surrendering is the free-falling backwards into the unknown and trusting that The Universe will catch you.” ― Jen Sincero, You are a Badass.

This is just one of the thousands of motivational quotes I’ve been collecting lately.  In addition to reading dozens of self-help books, I’ve been Googling “How to manifest a dream,” or “How to figure out what dream to manifest,” or “Can someone tell me what to do?”

After all this in-depth research, I’ve learned I only need ask The Universe for what I want and, poof, it will arrive.

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Really?  It’s that easy?

I picked one colossal dream – Make Money From My Writing.

I wrote the dream down in my journal several times each day. I wrote it with a fountain pen. I will make money from my writing.  (Good karma using something beautiful.)  I wrote it with colored pens. I will make money from my writing.  (Good creativity using multi-colors.)  I posted it on my phone’s wallpaper, I WILL MAKE MONEY WRITING. (Covered in all my app tiles – maybe not such a good choice.)

I taped a note on my bathroom mirror and repeated it over and over while brushing my teeth.  “I wih make moyee from my whiting. I wih make moyee from my whiting. I wih make moyee from my whiting. ”

Then something did happen.  My brother from New York called and said, “I don’t know why I feel compelled to tell you, but ever since you helped me…”  I held my breath.  This was it.  The Universe had been listening and was ready to help me make money at my writing.  “…pick out a comfortable chair for my room, it’s changed my life.”  He went on to explain how that one change led to another change and another.  He continued.  “And the way you reorganized the kitchen, it’s amazing.  You should start a business decluttering and organizing people’s lives.”

No thank you.  I’m going to make money from my writing.

The next day I heard from a friend who wanted to thank me again for decluttering and organizing his room.  It had changed his life and he suggested I should think about starting a business doing that for people.

Nope.  I’m going to make money from my writing.

I shared with my niece about the two random calls of appreciation.  Before I could complain that The Universe was not listening to me she exclaimed, “You should totally start that business!  You are incredible at it.”

No way.  I’m going to make money from my writing.

That weekend, my sister-in-law said, “You are so good at organizing, you should start a business doing that.”

FrogHello?

Universe?

I’m free falling backwards into the unknown and trusting, but you are not delivering.

 

And then I thought of the old joke about the drowning man.

A fellow was stuck on his rooftop in a flood. He was praying to God for help.

Soon a man in a rowboat came by and the fellow shouted to the man on the roof, “Jump in, I can save you.”

The stranded fellow shouted back, “No, it’s OK, I’m praying to God and she is going to save me.”

So the rowboat went on.

Then a motorboat came by. “The fellow in the motorboat shouted, “Jump in, I can save you.”

The stranded man said, “No thanks, I’m praying to God and she is going to save me. I have faith.”

So the motorboat went on.

Then a helicopter came by and the pilot shouted down, “Grab this rope and I will lift you to safety.”

The stranded man again replied, “No thanks, I’m praying to God and she is going to save me. I have faith.”

So the helicopter reluctantly flew away.

Soon the water rose above the rooftop and the man drowned. He went to Heaven. When he got his chance to meet God, he exclaimed, “I trusted you but you didn’t save me! Why?”

God replied, “I sent you a rowboat and a motorboat and a helicopter, what more did you expect?”

What the hell.  I’m going to climb in the rowboat and see what happens.

Anyone interested in hiring The Mayor’s Decluttering, Organizing and Life Changing Corporation?

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Awesome drawing by Annie Raab