Thursday
Apr172014

I Just Can't Let You Miss This. I Love You Too Much

Not safe for work or shrinking violets or nuns. Mrs. G. promises she will wash her mouth out with soap tonight and get her ass back on the track of righteousness. Profanity and such.

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Thursday
Apr172014

full confessional thursday. feeling a little feisty so let's shake things up buttercup.

The photo in this post is, depending on your ethics, off-color, bawdy, shady, spicy and damn near wicked. In other words,some of you might find it immoral. Mrs. G. is not joking, so if you want to protect your eyes and psyche, come back tomorrow. Please, please don't click after this explicit warning and then leave a critical comment. That is hypocritical and passive aggressive and Mrs. G. is in no mood for it.

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Friday
Apr042014

Full Confessional Friday! 4/4/2014

Be it Venial or Mortal (there's no escaping Original), we've all got secrets -- light, dark, funny, sad -- worth bringing to light. The act of confession can be liberating, mollifying and entertaining. Contrition? Repentance? A shot of Tequila? That's your call, sister.  

Friday
Mar212014

Full Confessional Friday! 3/21/2014

Be it Venial or Mortal (there's no escaping Original), we've all got secrets -- light, dark, funny, sad -- worth bringing to light. The act of confession can be liberating, mollifying and entertaining. Contrition? Repentance? A shot of Tequila? That's your call, sister.  

Thursday
Mar202014

Spring

Photo by Pink Sherbert Photography

Mrs. G. apologizes for her absence the last couple of weeks. She went to visit family and decided to leave her laptop at home. While many of you have figured out how to write on your phones, Mrs. G. hasn't, not to mention her bear-like paws would produce text like the following:

nowr It thE tyMw furr yWq 3mat

Nobody wins in this situation.

Now, Mrs. G. has to apologizes for her absence in the future. The next few weeks, she has to focus on three important things...

1) Throwing herself passionately into a program that should help her reclaim general health and wellbeing.

2) Finding a job that pays money. A deadline looms.

3) Finishing a book of essays she was invited to submit. A deadline looms.

This blog is not closing and Mrs. G. plans to pop in with stories if she just can't help it. She will continue to put up the Confessional each and every Friday so we can continue to stay in touch on a regular basis. Please stick your head in to say hello even if you usually don't. The book club is still on. Speaking of book club, Mrs. G. was not able to log in to her own blog during the last one due to debit card issues (don't ask). If you are interested in discussing Five Days at Memorial next Sunday at 6:00 PST, Mrs. G. will be there. This book is too intense not to talk about.

Should you want to stay in touch with Mrs. G. through Facebook, feel free to friend her personally. Up above under "Mingle" you can find her personal page. All welcome.

See you in a few weeks, friends!

Friday
Mar072014

Full Confessional Friday! 3/7/2014

Be it Venial or Mortal (there's no escaping Original), we've all got secrets -- light, dark, funny, sad -- worth bringing to light. The act of confession can be liberating, mollifying and entertaining. Contrition? Repentance? A shot of Tequila? That's your call, sister.  

Wednesday
Mar052014

Wednesday Five

1) When you went trick or treating as a kid, what was one candy you hated to get?

2) What is your middle name?

3) What book or movie have you read/seen lately that you would recommend?

4) If you could speak another language fluently, which would you choose?

5) Who is your favorite cartoon character?

Tuesday
Mar042014

more aimless thoughts from mrs. g's head

Mrs. G. is continuing with her serious of driftless content while waiting for her storytelling groove to resurface.

Current deliberations swirling around her slap-happy brain:

 

1) Mrs. G. has never been one for fast food restaurants because growing up her mother said Taco Bell served cat meat and Long John Silvers prepared deep fried sewer carp. When Mrs. G's mother was deeply involved in Beanie Baby collection and sales, she surreptitiously took a job at McDonald's so she could have first dibs on the much sought after Special Edition Happy Meal Beanie Babies. The woman was one fry short of being a clandestine mole. She only worked there for two weeks, but the things she she told Mrs. G. about the food were horrifying enough that driving by the Golden Arches nearly always triggers Mrs. G's gag reflex. Thanks Mom, really and truly.

 

2) Mrs. G. has addressed this subject before but it never seems to go away -- kale, kale, kale. What is up with all the kale? In an effort to jump on this leafy miracle bandwagagon, Mrs. G. made a garlic tahini kale salad last week to serve alongside a roasted chicken. She and Mr. G. took one bite and agreed it tasted like lawn clippings with a hint of suck. The corner house on 11th street is done with kale. Done.

 

3) Christmas came early (or again?) this year because Lorrie Moore just released a new book of short stories, her first collection in sixteen years. Mrs. G. is a lover of the short story and Lorrie Moore is the Queen of the genre. The late Raymond Carver is the King. Mrs. G. is reading each story slowly and then taking long breaks between them because she never wants the book to end.

 

4) Mrs. G. is reluctant to even bring this up because her family and friends are so tired of hearing her bitch about it, but she hasn't told you and she can't let it go. Mrs. G. hates this "Immediate Urgent Care" clinic new to her neighborhood for two reasons.

First, it replaced her favorite gift shop where she bought unique presents and cards for many years. She is lost without this store.

Second, (and really the true crux of Mrs. G's hate) this "Immediate Urgent Care" clinic is only open from 9am to 8pm. If the idea of urgent care is to serve as a stopgap between you and the ER, why does it close at 8:00pm? Barnes & Noble stays open until 11pm! All respectable urgent illnesses and injuries occur well after 8pm. Everyody knows this.

An artistic representation of necessary URGENT CARE:

 

 





Mrs. G. thinks this place is a false advertising menace to the neighborhood. It needs to change its name to...

 

5) Oh Downton Abbey, Mrs. G. is so over the woe-is-me, suitors-are-fighting-for-me-in-pig-pens Lady Mary Crawley and her smug clavicle. More Edith please. And how about a Mrs. Patmore storyline? Mrs. G. loves her.