Destitute days in Shantitown? Ali’s supposedly in debt and clearly the money map scam is bringing in no money – the shantress even sent out a bizarro email demanding to know why listserv subscribers hated her and why they hadn’t bought into her financial wizardry. She’s also been shilling on FB right and left, everything from produce to cheap dental services, and just held a yard sell that cleaned out her entire rhinestone collection. How much longer can the financial goddess keep her Burger King manchild in the style to which he has grown accustomed?
Not to worry – Ali’s come up with a plan for prosperity! A plan that includes taking the kids, the manchild, the ex-husband (who always looks like a deer caught in the headlights and apparently has no first name), and even the dog (apparently illegally) to Costa Rica for three weeks! Wasn’t Shanti just there a few months back, downing aya and rubbing mud all over herself while cavorting in the wild?
I honestly thought loan sharks or the feds were after the old raunch and she was on the run. However, CR will be a time for meditation, reflection, dildo sharing, new scams, and name changes:
I will also be rolling out my “what’s next” there, so if you have any interest in hearing about why my websites may be going dark, my new name, how coming home to punta mona is a coming home to myself, details about the live events I’ll be hosting, meeting my new literary agent, and learning about my experience with the The Gene Keys Golden Path, be sure to get your name and email on the list.
More disturbing than Ali’s constantly percolating scheme juices is the threat of co-creating a “third thing” with Fozzie. Even Ali’s mother, Pippi Longstocking, is concerned:
Perfect layover in Fort Lauderdale. Just enough time to see my mom and bonus mom (not pictured).
As we were packing up the hotel room this am, I couldn’t help but think of Ryeland Joli Kestano trekking across Europe with 4 kids under 8.
If you aren’t yet following their journey, do. Traveling with a 12 and 15 year old is way easy and it was still a lot to get out the door. I can just imagine it with 4 little ones. Oy.
As we walked out, my mom said “don’t have a baby.” I said, “but this time I would have helpers.” LOL. We’ll see.
See you so soon Michael Jacobs! Kisses.
No, Natalie, a manchild who can barely wipe his ass fathering a child with this narcissistic nutbag is not wonderful. Who do you think is going to care for that child? You want those kids pulled out of school and the ex raising Fozzie’s third thang?
But wait. Could there be trouble in paradise? Is Fozzie experiencing THE FEAR, namely adult responsibility? Ali just posted:
How do you forgive?