This Blog Isn't All Hyperbole: A Sneak Peek
Monday, June 4, 2012 at 1:12AM Mrs. G. It's 1:43am and Mrs. G. has been working on a post for a couple of hours. She's going to have to call it a night, but she wanted to leave you with a tiny taste of what's to come.
She spent this weekend at her mom's house, and among other things, Mrs. G. had the opportunity to paw through old boxes of photos and mementos she hadn't looked at in nearly twenty years. The good news is Mrs. G. came across photos and scrapbooks that should keep her in the story business for a good while longer. The bad news is some of the photographs probably shouldn't see the light of day. The good news or bad news, depending on if you're a stickler for dignity or not, is Mrs. G. feels like laying it on the line, telling it like it is, keeping it on the level and the up and up. She figures if she's about to shake your hand, kiss your cheek or sleep on your couch, you really have a right to be familiar with her inside track.
Ready?
Mrs. G's mom really was a red headed hottie.
Mrs. G. became obsessed with her hair at an early age. Her mom has reported that the metal comb you see in the picture (the one that could put an eye out back when putting an eye out it wasn't some social services knocking at your door, huge ass deal) was Mrs. G's favorite toy for an entire summer. Family legend has it Mrs. G. could tease a full head of hair by the age of two.
Those of you who Mrs. G. has been trying to talk into going dancing with her during the road trip might not know she was professionally trained, but she was...for four months in the garage of a woman named Miss Beverly. Once a week, Mrs. G. step-ball-changed all over the concrete floor of Miss Beverly's garage studio. She quit after the first dance recital because she felt she'd reached her peak and had really only agreed to dance lessons because she wanted a flashy costume like her friend Connie. Mrs. G. lived in that costume once she got home from school and shucked off her uniform. She pretended the long fringe over her left shoulder was her hair and flipped it back often like her idol, Cher.
Mrs. G. is going to continue to lobby for some dancing. Not all her moves look like she might be suffering gastrointestinal distress.
Full post with scads of sketchy photos to follow before nightfall.
Happy Monday, Derfs!
Reader Comments (20)
Your mom was a hottie .
And look at you! I love the photos, so much fun for you to find them.
I have no professional dance training, nor was I planning to take you dancing, but now I feel the urge to crank up some "Moves Like Jagger" while you're here.
your mom? gorgeous. and i'm seriously loving the red hair....it looks thick, too (i think that everytime i see pictures of Miss G).
and...miss beverly? yeah...i'm thinking she might have taught you a few more ways of "entertainment"...but that probably happened in month six or seven.
heh heh heh.
i love these...and look forward to more.
oh yes...i do.
dance away, my love, dance.
This will be just like sitting down with your old family album - something I love to do. What fun! Looking forward to more great pictures.
Darla
Your mom - wowza! I can't wait to see more photos of you and your family.
Wowwee!
I love old photos, and you, so this should be great. Your mom?! Wow.
MISSUS G! Frank Zappa sang it: "I'm a dancin' foool....."
This is great! Love your mom's hair...and your dance picture!
These are great! Your mom looks like a character right out of Mad Men. Of course, I am biased to the awesomeness of red hair.
DAY-UM your mom was HAWT.
And you are an adorable dancer--had no idea you were professionally trained!
Love this! We're totally dancing when you come out here!
Busta move, Mrs. G. While I had no doubts about yo' mama, this is something new to learn about you!
I love old family pictures. Keep 'em coming!
Missus G-
Your mom is beautiful!
And your baby picture looks exactly like you - I mean I know it IS you, but the fact that there a few years between then and now and that I could pick you out of a line-up of baby pictures says something. I'm not sure what it says, but something!
There's nothing better than family photos, especially other peoples, because I've seen all of mine. Love it! Thanks for sharing.
Intestinal distress...*snicker*. So cute and looking forward to more family photos, and your narration, of course.
oh Mrs G---I had many a season of those costumes. dance classes with Miss Jean and Miss Jane(twins) and Miss Roxanne. My mom had kept every one of those costumes too. you are adorable. wish I could step-ball-change with you all.
Those dance photos look like they were taken at the Botanic Gardens - no?
I can't say as I blame you for the dance lessons, that costume is to die for!
Spot on, Becky B.
I'm totally willing to take my new knee out dancing - but only if you're wearing that wonderful costume! No dance classes here. Rhythm and I are not friends, sadly.
Your mum was gorgeous but you're pretty cute yourself! LOVE the outfit and that shy grin. I would dance if you were coming to portland, ahem ahem!