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Good Crazy Essays of a Mad Housewife, Second Edition
Good Crazy Essays of a Mad Housewife, Second Edition
Good Crazy Essays of a Mad Housewife, Second Edition
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Humor is the constant ingredient in Karen Adragna Walsh's life.Through her collection of short personal essays, she tries not to take life too seriously. When the ordinary happenings of daily living erupt, she soon discovers that there is no escaping life's funny side.

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PublisherKaren Walsh
Release dateFeb 6, 2014
ISBN9781310890369
Good Crazy Essays of a Mad Housewife, Second Edition
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Karen Walsh

Karen Adragna Walsh, a retired operating room nurse, lives the "Good Crazy" in Orchard Park, New York. A never-ending supply of humorous material is freely provided by her husband Frank, their daughter Kara, and dog Tanner. Her personal essays frequently appear in the Buffalo News.

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    Good Crazy Essays of a Mad Housewife, Second Edition - Karen Walsh

    Good Crazy

    Essays of a Mad Housewife

    Second Edition

    Karen Adragna Walsh

    Copyright © 2014 by Karen M.Walsh

    Smashwords Edition

    Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the publisher of this book.

    To my parents Peter and Mary, who guided me through life with love and humor. And to the spirit world, whose encouraging signs brought this book to print.

    CONTENTS

    Introduction

    Predicaments beyond my control

    It’s time for those towels to come out of the closet

    Unforgiving blue jeans can really be a pain

    Doing the worm dance is a tricky proposition

    Critters’ hearty appetites trigger garden warfare

    When procrastination is not the problem

    Does phone search have to be so frustrating?

    How would we get by without all those signs?

    Unwanted guests spoil maiden launch

    Computer crashes and burns leave scars

    Celebrities bring out the silly side of me

    A Valentine’s message from the ‘other side’

    Perils of society

    Downsizing is affecting life in strange, new ways

    Corporations don’t realize the pain caused by relocation

    It appears our house doesn’t want us to go

    Robber stole my GPS, not my humor

    Those ugly gym suits never suited me well

    The pitfalls of aging

    Growing old is scarier than any childhood prank

    Writer bent on dexterity bemoans lithesome youth

    If your jeans don’t fit, blame the other genes

    Game of golf makes little sense

    Air travel has its ups and downs

    Try not to dwell on forgetfulness

    Raising a husband

    Life would be easier if I could just trade places

    Parting is sweet sorrow for unabashed pack rat

    Hassle of moving takes a toll on our marriage

    Raising a daughter

    Unsolved math problems come back to haunt me

    The tides of teen-age fashion raise tempest in the Cheerios

    When teen-age years hit, you can try puppy love

    Teenage driver triggers a whole new set of fears

    Life with a teenager can be exasperating

    Keeping it together on my daughter’s move

    Interaction with stars must run in the family

    Family life exposed

    ‘Curses’ start to fly when you move in with relatives

    Receiving and paying compliments is an art

    ‘Desperate housewife’ pleads guilty to ‘crimes’

    Even artificial trees can be a real hassle

    Stay calm at Christmas, ‘for goodness sake’

    Charlie Brown tree is big enough for me

    It’s never easy for moms to let go

    Unconditional love is a wonderful thing

    A little laughter helps lighten the tension

    Introduction

    Humor is the constant ingredient in Karen Adragna Walsh’s life. Through her collection of short personal essays, she tries not to take life too seriously. When the ordinary happenings of daily living erupt, she soon discovers that there is no escaping life’s funny side.

    Predicaments beyond my control

    It’s time for those towels to come out of the closet

    Towel Rage has nothing to do with driving - It has everything to do with drying. It can strike at any time and at any place, whenever a wet face or pair of hands come in contact with a saturated towel.

    Here's a typical scenario: I am at a party amongst several guests, nibbling on scrumptious hors d’oeuvres and sipping cocktails, when the urge hits.

    Once inside the lavatory, I look around for the toilet paper, soap and a towel. I expect to see terry-cloth sardined in a straw basket or neatly folded on the top of a counter; instead, I find a doll-house-sized replica, clinging to a rack. Just one itsy bitsy teeny weenie towel for a multitude of guests propels me into towel rage.

    How can one towel possibly service 20 guests and do a dry job? That’s 40 hands, times the amount of facility usage. I'm no mathematician, but it all adds up to inadequacy, literally pushing absorption beyond its limits. Just give me a couple of towels or one gigantic one. I don't care if it's worn, torn, jagged, ragged or says the Sheraton Hotel on it.

    I’ve seen wet countertops even with adequate dryage. I just want to take my 1500 watt assault hair dryer and vaporize any lingering dampness. If the wallpaper wasn’t securely intact- I’d rip off a piece and use that! Then I would scribble in red lipstick on the bathroom mirror – Replace Towel Or Die! There, now I feel better.

    Another irritation is that the fancier the faucet fixtures, the less drying material I get. Sure, the bathroom might captivate me with flickering vanilla scented candles, shiny brass, and decorative porcelain, but one measly embroidered hand towel just doesn't do it for me. It’s nice to look at, but not absorbent enough to dry.

    We should learn from history. Water dripping from overused towels for thousands and thousands of years may even have led to the great biblical flood. Noah and his ark were most likely spared, because he had enough sense to take aboard plenty of sets of his and her towels for each pair of creatures.

    There was a reason why Elvis left the building. I believe he was at a party, went to the bathroom and tried to dry his hands. The towel was too wet, and he inadvertently dripped water on his blue suede shoes. He got so disgusted that he left and hasn't been seen since.

    Then, of course, there's the shaken-hand syndrome. This happens when I shake, rattle and roll my upper extremities in the air, hoping to fling away every last water droplet - leaving water spots on the wall!

    It's about time towels came out of the linen closet. Most people own more than one towel. Who throws out towels? We may recycle them into rags, but like matter, towels never seem to be destroyed.

    The solution to towel rage is not a simple one. Telling the hostess that there has been an oversight - not enough fresh towels were laid out - could offend. Many of us would rather tread shark-infested waters than make that statement. The strategy of opening the bathroom cabinet and pulling out a new towel has occurred to me. But since I'm Catholic, snooping around in someone else's things and invading someone's privacy means I would have to go straight to confession.

    As for myself, the only way out seems to be to continue to dry my hands on my socks or even the back of the toilet seat cover, if it comes down to that. Who am I to say practicality is better than elegance?

    In the end, everyone must find his or her own way of dealing with towel rage, whether it's wearing a turban as a towel rack or swiping some extra napkins and sneaking them into the bathroom. In my opinion, hosts and hostesses who don’t provide adequate dryage are all wet. And, unfortunately, so are their guests.

    Unforgiving blue jeans can really be a pain

    It all began in 1873, when the first pair of blue jeans were patented by Levi Strauss and Co. Starting out as durable work clothes, retailing at approximately $1.50 a pair, levis have since branched out into every facet of the clothing industry. But there are limits

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