Karen Scalf Linamen - Welcome to the Funny Farm: The All-True Misadventures of a Woman on the Edge

2001 by Karen Scalf Linamen

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Contents

Introduction

Welcome to the Funny Farm

About eighteen months ago, I met up with Chris Buri at New Life Clinic, founders of Women of Faith. He told me the organization was launching a web site and asked if I would be interested in writing a weekly humor column.

Thus began The Funny Farm.

This book contains many of the columns that originally appeared at women-of-faith.com. It also contains some new ones.

More than anything, it contains stories of wild and wacky moments from my life, many of which will be strangely familiar to you because they are probably very much like the wild and wacky moments that occur in YOUR life (if this is indeed true, then you have my condolences).

Youll find stories about the dehydrated gecko my kids make me keep in a jar on top of the refrigerator. Stories about defrosting turkeys with blow-dryers. Stories about AWOL pet tarantulas, wayward waistlines, and how to get sympathy from your dog when theres no one else around to listen to you whine.

Youll also find, sprinkled throughout these tales like the chocolate chips in Toll House cookies, some truths about life, and if you dont think theres a truth about life lurking somewhere in a story about a dehydrated gecko, then read on, dear friend, because youre about to make a discovery.

And the discovery is this: God cares about every aspect of our crazy lives.

Some folks think theres a difference between the secular and the sacred. But the truth is that God is so big that nothing that happens in our lives is outside the circle of who he is or beyond the realm of his great love for us.

Its ALL sacred. Which may seem like an odd way to begin a book that includes the phrase tandem burping, but when you think about it, it makes a lot of sense.

So when you feel like your life is going crazy...

... when you need a good laugh to keep from bawling...

... when you suspect youve got one foot in the Funny Farm and the other foot on a banana peel...

... take heart. Im there. Im with you. In the words of one infamous former president, I feel your pain.

And heres the best part. Gods there. Hes there when you find your dog standing on the dining room table sampling the Thanksgiving turkey or when your best friend moves away or when you discover your second chin.

Hes there when your kids surprise you with breakfast in bed and you open your mouth for that first bite and glance down at the festive red sprinkles adorning your deviled egg and realize that the aroma filling your nostrils is the scent of cinnamon.

In short, whenever you laugh or cry or sigh or wonder why, Gods there, and hes got something good for you: some nugget of insight, chunk of grace, gem of wisdom, or even a chocolate chip of comfort.

So, welcome to the Funny Farm. I hope you have as much fun reading these columns as I had writing them, and may you tap into some inner joy and encouraging insights in the process.

Oh, by the way, next time you feel like youre going crazy, you should give me a call.

I know the way by heart.

No Woman Is an Island

T HERE S A CERTAIN CAMARADERIE AMONG WOMEN.

Whether were talking about the attitudes of our kids, the contents of our refrigerators, or the girth of our waistlines, we members of the sisterhood of women just seem to have a lot in common.

Maybe its because we battle so many of the same problems.

Last week I was visiting my folks in Colorado. My mom and I were puttering around together in the kitchen when she said, Wanna know the best piece of advice I ever got from you?

Now, I dont normally go around giving advice to my momshes a lot wiser than I amso I was interested to hear what she was about to say. Maybe she had been impressed with some profound insight shed picked up from something Id written or while she and I were having an intimate conversation on some deeply spiritual topic.

She said, It was when you told me to soak crusty pans overnight in automatic dishwashing soap. I havent scrubbed a pot since.

Its true. If you have a pot or pan with baked-on goo from supper, just fill it with water and toss in some Cascade. The pan wipes clean in the morning.

See? Thats what Im talking about. We all face so many of the same challenges. Whether were single gals or empty nesters, newlyweds or midlife moms, we all know what its like to try to scrape the remains of last nights lasagna off our favorite Corningware.

I love it when another woman shares some little tidbit from her own lifean experience or insightand its something Ive experienced or thought, but figured I was the only one.

I loved it, for example, when a reader wrote to me and confessed that she sometimes cleans her house and then realizes that lurking in the back of her mind is the motivating thought, barely acknowledged, that once her house is clean someone she doesnt really know whowill arrive at her home and rescue her from all of her troubles. And my eyes blinked wide as I read, and I laughed out loud in amazement.

I thought I was the only one who had experienced that sensation.

I love it when I go to my friend Beths house. Weve been friends for four years now. Not just friends. Close friends. Bosom buddies. And in all our many hours together, Ive never once visited her home and used the bathroom frequented by her kids and found the roll of toilet paper ON THE DISPENSER. Not a single time. And I love it because I can relate. In my bathrooms, entire generations of toilet paper rolls will come and go without ever having been introduced to the dispenser next to the toilet. Its as if the dispenser has been relegated to the role of some antiquated appliance that once served a purpose, but has fallen into disuse, like the twenty-pound waffle makers we all used to own or the toaster oven or the rotary dial phone.