I'm crazy & I'm new

I thought about doing a blog many times before and for many years now. I probably thought about it for the first time not long after I officially became "disabled". I have lots of time on my hands and I can still use my hands, unlike my legs, so I thought ok I should do it. I am such a procrastinator, underachiever, slightly ADD and what was I talking about??? Oh yeah, a blog. I have a friend who has one about her journey with cancer and how to laugh out loud at it. Then I have another who does one about cooking & kids & travel. She has a friend who has a blog about her quest in shopping for new boobs. I like reading each one.

I gave the blog this title because it comes from the movie, "As Good as It Gets". Jack Nicholson tells Cuba Gooding, Jr. a variation of this when he knocks on his door. My husband says it all the time. I think between his crazy, my crazy & even our crazy cat, we are full up on crazy here. In fact, my dear other half often says if you are not a little bit crazy then you are not fun to know. Another favorite quote of his is if you say you don't have crazy in your family, then you are hiding them in the closet! Let your crazy flag fly free! Put it right out in the open for all to see! Who doesn't enjoy crazy? I married it. I'm drawn to it. It may be why people are drawn to me.

My favorite crazy relative was my great aunt, Mildred. She lived a few doors from my grandparents house where I spent a ton of time. Her house was a child's mecca. Aunt Mildred always had candy, cokes and snacks galore. She had a bingo game that had the big metal ball that you cranked around with all the wooden balls rolling around inside. I thought it was fab! Aunt Mildred taught me how to play blackjack. For money. Big money, nickels!

Aunt Mildred had probably saved every hat, purse, piece of jewelry and even dresses she ever owned from the '50's and beyond. My sister and I loved to play dress up with them. There was one prize possession in the collection. Hence the problem that there was only one for two girls to fight over. The mink stole! It was wonderfully chocolate brown and so soft. We would have a death match over who got to wear it. One day she must have gotten tired of us fighting over it. Aunt Mildred walked in the room, grabbed the mink and cut it in half! Problem solved. Everyone was happy.

I strive to be just like my crazy great aunt Mildred. I want to not worry about stuff and do whatever it takes to make my godchildren, nieces and nephew happy. They will always love, and remember their crazy old aunt!