We Missed It!

Some time last night or today the hit counter rolled past 10,000!!! Thank you for all the love and support you have shown this old drag queen over the past 10,000 hits! I hope you stick around for 10,000 more!

It's Rodeo Time!

It's Rodeo time in Houston, and once again Miss Ginger managed to get herself tangled up in a mess of traffic because she forgot about the stupid trail rides!

I get the quaintness of the trail rides, but seriously, people- does it really make sense to drag a chuck wagon into the 4th largest city in the nation on a busy Friday afternoon? Just askin'!

Anyway, as the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo takes over the city for the next 3 weeks, we can expect traffic to snarl, especially around Reliant Park, and restaurants to be full. So I guess that's a good thing for our economy!

And there WILL be lots of hot cowboys in tight jeans eveywhere we go! Miss Ginger will have to do her best to show them her Texas hospitality!

Maybe the Rodeo's not so bad after all!

SPOILER ALERT: A Top Chef Disaster!!!

Poor Carla (or "Colla", if you speak Emeril) was the carzy underdog who became the fan favorite toward the end of the Top Chef season. She came into the competition wanting "cook out of love", and she did, until tonight. On the eve of the finale, apparently her spirit guides went out drinking on Bourbon Street, and left her to deal with the evil and stupid Casey (who cares how she spells it!) as her sous chef. She led Colla into temptation, and since her spirit guides weren't there to protect her, we were left with a crappy sous vive and an absent bleu cheese souffle. Her love of peace cost her the win in the end. Kinda sad.

Unfortnately, that left Hoses R Us as the winner. Though I have to admit, Louisiana cooking agrees wtih him. He clearly gets it. And that's what won it for him in the end. Assuming that's all that happened "in the end". Just sayin': it's $100,000! I've known "straight" boys to give it up for a lot less.

Fortunately, that left Stefan holding the prize of Miss Uncongeniality. Sorry. If he were the last man on Earth I would kick off my pumps, wash my face, and go straight. He was such a soulless doucheface through the whole competition. His food reminded me of the freezer section at Sam's Club. How ironic that he lost because he froze some fish so he could slice it real thin. He might be a real nice person, and if someday, there were nuclear fallout across the entire world, and he and I were the only 2 humans unnafected, I might speak to him. Maybe. If I couldn't find some cockroaches to keep me company.

So, Top Chef is almost over, except for the "Leah and Douchebag Reunion Show".

At least we have a few more weeks of Drag Race....

then hopefully "Prokect Runway" will find a network!

Disaster Strikes Chez Ginger!

For the past 3 days Miss Ginger has lounged around the W Hotel in Atlanta while Boy G did the duties of his day job. Not a bad gig, but kinda boring, so Miss G was thrilled when the Boy got ahead of schedule and was able to leave earlier than expected this morning. They got to the airport in Atlanta just in time to move from their 4:30pm flight to a noon departure, saving them a long afternoon of airport cocktails in the president's club.

The trip home was uneventful, but when they got home they discovered that disaster had struck (had stricken?) at Chez Ginger.

Apparently some drunk lost control of his car and ran across the end of Miss G's driveway, tearing out a bouganvilla that Miss G hated and damaging some azaleas that Miss G loves. Thank goodness the tree stopped the truck, which apparently suffered a broken oil pan (from the stain Boy G saw in the street) and I'm sure cracked it's radiator. The neighbor talked to the guy, and reported the incident to the police, but really, no harm was done other than some uprooted shrubs and some displaced dirt. It's a good thing Boy G's truck was parked at the airport or it would have gotten hit! Luckily, the weather is supposed to be warm and sunny this weekend, so Boy G can do some gardening. And if he does a really good job, perhaps Miss G will fix him a bloody mary or 2!

For David Dust: A Photo of the Mother Ship!

Here at the "W" Hotel in Atlanta, if I hook my right leg over the railing of the balcony, sling my body upside down, and reach as far as I can to the left, I am able to snap this photo of the Mother Ship:

That's right, biatch! It's the worldwide headquarters of Arby's Restaurants, Inc.!

Now who's the best Dust Bunny in the land?!

Joy Babbleon turned me on to this little quiz that pegged Miss Ginger to a "T"! Try it for yourself!

You are a Self-Discoverer

You're not religious, but you've created your own kind of spirituality. Introspective and thoughtful, you tend to look inward for the divine. You are distrusting of all forms of organized religion. You especially dislike religious gurus and leaders, who you feel are charlatans.

What's Your Religious Philosophy?

Miss Ginger's StyleSession® Oscar Style!

(These pics were lifted from the AP, so credit is duly given)
There were,as always, some winners. and some losers on the red carpet last night, and Miss G must say it was the night of fanned-out fishtails and pushed up boobs! I'm suprised there wasn't more boob spillage (boobage?)
Anne Hathaway was the clear winner in this stunning Armani creation. She was so beautiful and the dress was so exquisite! She totallyshowed her gracious nature when Tim Gunn asked (with uncharacteristic tackiness) how much of it she would be keeping!

Penelope Cruz showed that you can wear a wedding dress again! You shouldn't, but you can. It was vintage. It was lovely. But it was someone's WEDDING DRESS! We just don't do that in our country, sweetie!

Marissa Tomei's gown was really pretty, but Miss G couldn't help but feel like the bodice looked like a stack of bevnaps fanned out on a bar. The effect worked for the skirt, but not so much for the smaller pieces at the top.

Tilde Swinton was her usual train-wreck self. Her indescribably bad garment selection perfectly complimented her Dyky Diva hairdo. I had to endure her, dear readers, so now you do, too!
Here's some boob spillage, SJP style. I'm not sure why I love her so much, I just do.

And finally, Meryl. Dear, dear Meryl. You have had more Oscar nominations than anyone in history. You have shown your enormous range in everything from comedies to dramas to musicals. And you tried really hard to wear something that was age appropropriate. Yet all you gave us was this sad, brown dress.

You are star, dammit! Start looking like one!

Happy Birthday, Boy Ginger!

Many thanks to all of you for your warm wishes to Boy G on his 46th birthday, via blog, facebook, phone, and in person! Miss G is ageless, but Boy G is really hating this particular birthday, and really appreciates that his friends wouldn't let him wallow in the self pity that he so gloriously anticipated!
Turning 46 has been difficult for Boy G. Cute young Miss G can be any age she wants, but Boy G is stuck being a 46 year old man with a bald head, spreading midsection, aching feet, and rising cholesterol and bloog pressure! Plus, at 45, 50 is still 5 years away! Now, it's looming dangerously close! Boy G never felt his age until Momma G died, and now he just feels like an old man with dead relatives and 2 persnickity cats that only attention to him when they want to!
But Miss Marriane and the gang would have none of THAT depressing self pity! She and Meg dragged me (screaming!) to the Mystery/Fantasy ball last night, and we had a blast! (more pics at str8upwithatwist's blog!) This morning, we had our regular mexican breakfast, and thankfully Boy G's request was respected for no greasy sombrerros and no mexican "Happy Birthday, Ponchito!" Then tonight, we had a low key night watching the Oscars and enjoying adult refreshments, while Baby Jack entertained us, thanks to his beautiful mom Meg and his handsome (and slightly hungover) dad Brett! Momma Shyanne was there with cute Kevin for breakfast and the Oscars, as was John and one of the the many handsome bald Tom's! "Mom and Dad' even called from vacation in Hawaii, and sent pics of cute surfer boys they took from their lanai! Dad promised to clip a surfer wth a coconut and stuff him in a suitcase so he can check him through to his final destination: Miss G's budoir! What a birthday present that would be!
It was a great day, and the Ginger's are blessed to have such great friends!

WTF???

I have to concede with my dear GingerSnap Joy on this one- that Femin Susan thing is a weird ass! For those of you who don't know what I mean, Femin Susan is a "blogger" (I use the term generously) who actually publishes several blogs, most of which are photos of sculptural art work created by other artists. Each blog is dedicated to a specific medium, and even though she only credits herself for the "post", not the "art", her readers comment with lavish praise on her immense talents, which she never denies. Judging from the subject material, the source of the comments, and a few comments I have seen her leave on other blogs, I think (or at least she wants us to think) that she is a young girl in India. At one point, Joy was up in arms about the situation, (you go, gurl!) but then decided it wasn't worth pursuing, which I respected and condoned.
But this Susan Vermin chick has now left 2 totally inappropriate comments on Miss Ginger's blog! Not that they were tastelessly inappropriate- that would be totally appropriate! They were just totally out of context with Miss G, her blog, or the post to which they commented. For example:
In response to Miss Ginger's post about 2 totally inappropriate 50's era health films that equated homosexuality with pedophilia, Miss Vermin commented:
"How awesome! Thanks for sharing!may god bless you !" (sic) Hopefully, she didn't really think those film were awesome! And when she invokes deity, she really should capitalize!
And to Miss G's rant about the economy, her way-off-base response was:
"Hi…..Your blog is breathe taking. It has a great appeal.I like your blog……" (sic)
Well, Vermin Susan, I am sorry if I took your "breathe" away- it wasn't my intention! I know you read my blog, so step forward and defend, sweetheart. What's your deal? Why do you post art that is not your own and accept the praise as though it is deserved? And why do you read my blog and leave comments that are totally out of context to the subject matter? I just want to understand the situation! I would have emailed you directly but couldn't find an email link on any of you numerous blogs! There is an email link on my sidebar if you'd like to respond privately!

Miss Ginger's Economic Opinion

Now, Miss G is no trained economist. As a matter of fact, she dropped economics in college twice before she managed to pass it. Anyway, today on her way to buy one of her favorite board games, "Balderdash", at Tarjay, she passed a brand new Staples office supply store. (BTW, Target didn't have the game. Lost sale.)

"WTF?!" thought Miss Ginger! She has heard of Staples because they own the naming rights to some sports arena somewhere, plus everyone in the Atlanta offices has a red plastic button on their desk that says "That was easy" when you push it. But Miss G didn't think there would ever be Staples in Houston, because we already have so many Office Depot's and Office Max's. Miss G checked online, and there are 5 Office Depots and 5 Office Maxes- 10 office stores total- within 7 miles of Chez Ginger! But apparently the concept of market share is lost on the management of Staples, who built a brand new store in this saturated market, right in front of a Target! Have you ever seen the office supply section at Target? There's not a whole hell of a lot that you can buy at Staples that you can't buy at Target, probably for cheaper! How many paper clip store do we need, for God's sake?

It got Miss G to thinking about how the last Great Depression was caused by the industrial revolution. Once the cotton gin was invented, no one looked back, and the nation began producing products and expanding capacities with gleefull abandon. Eventually, all of that productivity overreached the demand, and factories, plants, and equipment sat idle as their former operators stood in line at soup kitchens, just hoping to get something to eat for the week. And even though FDR had a great vision, it really wasn't his New Deal that ended the depression. World War II created unprecedented needs for products and equipment, and as the factories were retrofitted and returned to capacity, the jobs that were created put the entire nation back to working overtime.

That very same war may have been the humble beginnings of what our problem is today. Huge technological advances were made in the field of electronics during WWII, and many of the research done way back then has led to many of our modern business productivity tools, like computers, cellular communication, and worldwide air transport.

In Miss G's humble opinion, we are crippled by the Digital Revolution. Computers have made it easier for automakers to design new cars and get them to market, rendering their older models obsolete. Retailers can build stores all over the world and track their sales remotely. One office worker with a PC can handle all of the typing and filing that an entire steno pool and a file room full of people used to accomplish.

No matter how smart Obama is, or what plan he comes up with, I can't imagine that it will be any more effective than FDR's New Deal. Unfortunately, I think it's going to take another extraordinary world-wide experience to soak up all the excess productivity and capacity and make it useful again. I hope it's not a war! I wonder what else would work?

The Mystery/Fantasy Ball

The Mystery/Fantasy Ball is a black tie/costume party thrown every year in Houston by a group of people who pay dues to become hosts. They have it in the same nightclub every year, the "theme" is similar every year (this year was some Ali Baba thing Miss G didn't fully understand), they throw plastic beads from the stage every year, they have dick dancers in cages every year, and all the people from the Krewe stand in the same corner every year. There is no charitable beneficiary, which is typically what it would take to get Miss G into a girdle or Boy G into a tux. Every year the G's promise to boycott it. And every year one of them ends up going!

This year was no exception. Miss G had long decided it wasn't worth a weekend of girdle marks, and Boy G had work stuff to do and really kind of was looking forward to staying home alone and wallowing in self pity on his birthday weekend. Several people had inquired if either was going, and all were told "no".

Then came a "facebook" from MA that said "Meg and I are picking you up at 6." Well, what the hell? I guess I better hot-glue something to a mask if I have to wear one in 60 minutes!

So Boy G ran to the garage and whipped up a mask, grabbed his tux out of the trunk (where it has resided since the Krewe Ball) and ran upstairs to S, S, and S.

The party was about as expected. It was fun. Virtually ALL of Miss G and Boy G's friends were there. The music was good. And the cocktails were free. All in all not a bad party.

But Miss G's next ex husband wasn't there. Not that he KNOWS he is Miss G's next ex husband. Or even Miss G's next husband. Hell, he barely even speaks to Miss G. But he is FABULOUS and someday Miss G hopes to be his wife!

Until then, enjoy the pics from the event!

Give Back a Smile!

Miss Ginger has meant to make this post for a long time and has finally remembered to do it when she is in front of the computer!

Have you ever heard of the "Give Back a Smile" program? It's a charitable foundation run by the American Academy of Cosmetic Dentistry that restores the broken smiles of women affected by domestic abuse. Miss Ginger learned about it from her dentist, Dr. Randy Mitchmore, and I can tell you it's a cause for which he shows enthusiastic passion! Like most cosmetic dentists, he keeps photos of "before" and "after" cases, and these are often used with his client to determine the type of work they want to do. Flipping through his book, each time Miss G would come to one of the patients Dr. Mitchmore had treated through the program (there are many!) he would beam with pride and say "that's one of my ladies". Unlike bruises and bones, teeth won't heal after they have been damaged by abuse, and the work they need is often well beyond their means. Insurance typically won't cover it, because the services are considered "cosmetic" in nature. Their broken teeth and damaged bites can be a permanent reminder of the abuse they suffered, and makes it difficult to rebuild their lives and the self-esteem they so badly need!

Dr. Mitchmore and his colleagues donate their time, services, and materials to create FABULOUS smiles for these ladies that make them feel like a million bucks, at absolutely no cost to them! And this is no cheapy "quick fix", either! I've seen the photos, and these ladies get the "full meal deal", with movie star smiles if that's what they want!

I have great admiration for Dr. Mitchmore's commitment to this program, and he even serves on their board of trustees. Be sure to check out their site- and be sure to forward it to anyone you know who may need their services or wish to support the cause!

Flight of the Animals!

The extremely handsome Aaron Patterson is sponsoring a show for the Krewe that you simply MUST attend!
Miss Ginger first met Aaron last year when he was a candidate for Mr. Mint Julep, and was THRILLED to have the opportunity to crown him when he won! She was the extremely lucky Queen who got to crown both Miss and Mr. because my Mr. was AWOL. ( sung: something about sharing, something about always...)


Anyway, Aaron is sponsoring a show for the Krewe so, of course, Miss Ginger will be there "in her glory!" Actually, she's going to spend this weekend sewing some "glory", because most of the "glory" in her closet doesn't fit, and the "glory" that does fit has been too oft' seen! But, she's got a HUGE bolt of animal print fabric that should be perfect for this show!


Miss Sapphire Sewing Machine is supposed to go in for her annual checkup this month, but it looks like she'll be late. Don't you girls hate it when you're late?! Scares the bejeebus outta ya!


I hope missing her appointment doesn't void her warranty!

We Lost A 'Snap!!

Yesterday we had 31 GingerSnaps following the blog, and today we're down to 30.

Gee, I hope I didn't offend anyone!

Top Chef Robbery!

(Spoiler Alert!)

If Miss Ginger thought RuPaul's Drag Race was an hour long orgasm, you can imagine what she thought of Top Chef in New Orleans!

I won't recap the show, because David Dust and Minxeats do it way better. But I will, of course, give Miss Ginger's expert opinions on the subject!

First off, Miss Ginger wants to dislike Emeril the way she dislikes Harry Connick, Jr., but she just can't. Harry is egomaniacal. Emeril is just Emeril. He's hard not to like. And I've tried. It's not like New Orleans cuisine NEEDED a spokesperson to put it on the culinary map. But I think he has done an excellent job of keeping a VERY traditional cuisine modern, and making it popular with a whole new generation of foodies.

I thought the Houmas House "twist" was interesting. All us TC fans know they shake it up at the end, and I thought the quickfire was cool. On TV, Jamie's dish looked the most interesting, but I guess it's hard for us to judge without tasting.

And now. For the big one.

I think Fabio was TOTALLY robbed tonight! Hootie Hoo to Carla, who got excited about her opportunity and cooked her heart out, even if she didn't know how to steam open an oyster. She made it work, and I could see all along that IF she could get the shells off the oysters her dishes would be a success. Jeff tried. He really did. But the Dildo Beach club needs him back. And I think he would have come in 2nd, but unfortunately he had to win to stay in.

I could also tell throughout the kitchen scenes that Ho'sRUs was going to win the gumbo portion of the challenge. He knew what the hell he was doing. So does Miss G. And pecan crusted fish is one of her favorites. Why not take a perfectly healthy protein, coat it with more fat laden protein, and then pan fry it in butter? What's not to like about that, Dr. Cardiologist?

I think Fabio got a raw deal because Emeril didn't recognize the Italian contribution to modern Creole cuisine. New Orleans was 2nd only to New York as a point of entry for thousands of Italian immigrants during the fascist regimes. (Including some of Miss G's own relatives, who came from Italy and settled in NOLA.) Ever wonder why a New Orleans accent sounds so much like a Brooklyn accent? It's that Italian influence! Anyho, crawfish pasta and crawfish fetuccine are EXTREMELY popular dishes in Louisiana restaurants and Louisiana homes. Sure, it may not be "traditional" creole cuisine but it certainly has become part of the modern vernacular. His cocktail did sound like a train wreck.

And then there was Stefan. F^&*%n Stefan, the asshat. He totally punted in this episode. He clearly has no idea what gumbo is supposed to look like or taste like! (DD: send your BF this link!) That "beignet" thing looked like a question mark with a hard-on. And you never serve a cocktail "up" in New Orleans. Ever! It is the land of iced beverages! It's frickin' hot there!

And I've figured out why I don't like him. He has no soul. At the risk of sounding like Crazy Carla, there is no spirit in his food. It's like it is cranked out in a BMW factory (German engineering at it's best.) It comes across as cold and heartless as Lapilithuania or whatever other ice-laden country he claims to hail from this week.

And that's Miss Ginger's take on that!

Oh, Yes it's Carnival Time!

Well Miss Ginger and RMM RM have made their cross-Louisiana trek from Lafayette through Baton Rouge to Metairie, and decided tonight since it was so close to the Mardi Gras that they would go into the quarter and see what was happening. The party atmosphere is definitely beginning to develop! First we went to the original Acme Oyster House for a fried seafood fix, then we wandered on Bourbon a bit while we drank our geaux beers and took in the sights. And believe me, they weren't "visions", they were "sights". Lots of older "Mardi Gras Tourists" wandering the streets, but there were a few crowded balconies and a quite a bit of bead slinging. And yes, "tits" were being shown ocassionally for those most prized strands, but, alas, the "end of Bourbon" (which begins at St. Ann and is MANY blocks long) was markedly quiet and all pants remained zipped. Starting around Thursday, the pretty boys will begin to arrive and they will flock southward all weekend until Tuesday culminates the celebration. Ah, Miss Ginger remembers fondly the days when young Boy Ginger would drive his '76 Chrysler Newport down from Baton Rouge on Thursday and float through the weekend on a cloud of beer, daquiris, and adrenaline! Now just the thought of all those machine-pumped, acidic daquiris makes Miss G's tummy flip flop- and not in a good way!

She was a hot tranny mess back then- now she's just a tranny!

Those were the days!

A Mental Lapse....

Miss Ginger knew she was in trouble when she went to pack for her business trip and her little botttle of "pretty pink pills" was empty. Oh, shit. She had to leave on a 3-day trip and the mail order refill had not yet arrived. "Not to worry", thought the clever Miss G. "I'll just ask the local pharmacy for a partial refill to get me through my trip, and when I get home my three month supply will be in the mailbox."


Let me assure you, you do not want to be the pharmacy tech who has to tell a drag queen she can't refill a prescription for her mood stabilizers! After Miss G let into her, that poor pharmacy girl will probably be on prescriptions for the rest of her life.


Anyway, the pharmacist got on the phone and assured Miss G that should would contact the Dr. the next morning, and that once the Rx was "in the system", Miss G could have it filled at whatever random podunk Louisiana Walgreen's she found herself near.


So Miss G has had her pill. Her skin is crawling. Her brain no longer feels inside out. Everything is normal again. Whew! Disaster averted. Except for the unfortunate pharmacy girl incident. Hopefully she will recover from Miss G's wrath! It wasn't done out of hatred: Miss G was a very sick woman at the time!

Boys and Girls Beware!!!

Miss Ginger stumbled upon these 2 video clips on You Tube searching for the "That Girl" theme song. (Imagine that!) I'm not sure why they came up in that particular search.

They were 50's or 60's era "safety" films promoted by the Ingelwood Police Department for use in high school health classes. The titles "Boys Beware" and "Girls Beware" were designed to scare the crap out of the kids, and it probably worked.

The "Girls Beware" video is benign enough. It starts by imploring the girls to use common sense in relating to strangers, and in a very 50's like manner touches on the subject of "baby sitting safety". It ends by inferring (never saying) that if a girls allows herself to become too close to an older boy, she will become pregnant and end up in juenile detention. It never said how close- its just shows the sunshine and trees at that "turning point".

The "Boys Beware" video blows me away! The entire 10 minute video states emphatically that sick individuals known as "ho-mo-sexuals" will target boys for (vague implications) and might even kill them. It also stated pretty clearly that these boys will themselves become "ho-mo-sexuals" if they aren't extremely careful!

It's almost (that's a big almost) funny in a sick sort of way. Heaven forbid we educate the boys against the dangers of VD or unwanted pregnacies (they play a role in that, too!)

Interestingly enough, the cop in the girl video looks like a big ole lesbo (why didn't we warn the girls about those?!) and the cop at the end of the boy video is real cute!

"The Last Rose for your Valentine"-

When I was just starting my own gardening, I had the hardest time remembering the best time to prune. Momma Ginger told me one time "cut the last rose for your Valentine, then prune it back hard for the new season." She said she didn't know if it worked everywhere, but it's the rule I've followed for years on the Gulf Coast. It makes sense, because by Valentine's Day the chance of us getting a hard freeze is pretty slim. It's more likely that we will have a warm, wet snap that will sprout new growth, and you want to prune before that.

Miss G has been looking forward to pruning day, because she's had some things looking pretty scraggly since the hurricane. Those poor hibiscus (hibisci?) needed it badly, and there's this umbrella palm that get's totally out of bounds (it needs to go completly!)

As Miss G hedged and trimmed and cleared, it occurred to her how much the rules of Texas Gardening are pretty much the same as the rules of Texas Drag!

Rule #1- "Cover up what ain't pretty"! For gardening, it's "cut off what ain't pretty". And for you drag queen gardners, please don't get these 2 mixed up. That would truly be a hot tranny mess!

Rule #2- "Bigger is better". Boobs, hair, blooms,- it's Texas, for Gawd's sake!

Rule #3- "It'll grow back". (with limited exceptions. see rule #1) For drag queens, shave it, trim it or tan it. In gardening, prune the hell out of it- it'll grow back!

Rule #4- "It gets uglier before it gets prettier". If you've seen my transformation video you know what that means for a drag queen. In gardening, when you first prune, it kinda looks a fright util things start to fluff back up a bit.

I could go on and on, but I won't!

When do you prune in your neck of the woods?

A Nothing Day....

Today was such a nothing day! It was Friday the 13th, but nothing bad happened. It's the day before Valentines' Day, but, being exceedingly and happily single, that's just another day for Miss Ginger. The weather was dreary. Work was a bore. The kitties are lazy. You would think a charming girl like Miss G could make something out of it, but she just doesn't seem to have it in her! Is it time for bed yet?

You've Got to Have Friends!

The GingerSnap Counter has been teetering for a week now at 29!!! Surely you people have friends out there who would enjoy the wit and wisdom of the woman we call Ginger! Send them a link and invite them to stop by so we can get the numbers rolling again!

More Pics from the Ball!

GingerSnap Timmy has posted some great pics from the Ball on his blog! Check them out- and while you're there, you may just decide to become a LemonTwist!

Miss Ginger Chimes in on the Octubitch!

Today's headline reads "Police to Investigate Death Threats Against Octuplets' Mom". Oh, great! Now the crazy bitch will cost us even more money since we've got to use public police protection to keep her from being killed by people who resent what she has done!

This chick has got to be the most absolutely selfish, self-serving, clueless person on Earth! She already had kids she couldn't afford to raise, then she get's herself impregnated to have 8 more!? How the hell did she pay for that?

Of course they're born preemie, so our tax dollars are paying for neo-natal ICU- probably one of the most costly medical situations a family can find itself in. And she's in it x's 8. Of course, what does she care? She's not paying for it!

She's even had the AUDACITY to go online and set up a PayPal account for herself so people can make "contributions" to her to help her care for the children! WHAT??!?!?!? About the only thing I'd contribute to her is a sharp needle and some strong thread to sew her twat shut!

Miss Ginger can hardly believe she feels such anger toward this woman!! Usually her motto is "live and let live", but there's something about popping out 8 artificially conceived kids you can't afford that's just wretched! Some people are acting like "Oh this poor woman had 8 kids. Poor her!" Don't forget, nimnods, she's the one who planted the seeds! Now let her figure out how to deal with it!

And by the way, if she can't afford to raise her kids, how the hell did she pay for all that collagen she had put in her lips to make herself look even more like skank ho Angela Jolie?!

Everybody's Doing It!

I can just hear Momma Ginger now: "If everyone was jumping in a lake, would you do that, too?"

Anyway, it seems everyone who's anyone on Blogger is visiting The Hero Factory to create their own superhero.

So here is Miss Ginger, superhero style!

Reality Bytes! (Spoiler Alert:Top Chef and RuPaul's Drag Race!)

America has a love/hate relationship with reality television- most people Miss Ginger meets have a firm opinion one way or the other. As you know, Miss G loves the "occupational reality" genre like Top Chef, Project Runway, and the ilk. She has no use for "True Skankholes of Anyolewhere" or "Who Wants to Be a Golddiger?"

I think what she likes about the occupational shows is that one often connects with specific contestants and finds their drama riveting, and also identifies contestants for whom they have no affection. So this was a "low/high" week for Miss G.

Ya see, on RuPaul's Drag Race, Tammie Brown was sent home. Miss G liked Tammie from the start, even though the other contestants seem to take an instant dislike to her. Tammie was different. She isn't a glamour goddess drag queen like RuPaul, but more a "character queen" like Brini Maxwell. She had a Lucy Ricardo meets Bette Davis style without being too "old school". Unfortunately, she wasn't "new school" enough to pull of a Destiny's Child lipsync, and pretty much threw the competition. That was kind of a downer for Miss G. And it leaves Akashia on the show, who needs to learn the first rule of drag: COVER UP WHAT AIN'T PRETTY!!! We don't want to see your flabby boy gut any more!

But then tonight on Top Chef, skank ho Leah FINALLY got sent home, due to her runny eggs and thin hollandaise. Give me a break- even Miss G can make eggs bendadick, even with a hangover! She deserved the loss and got sent packing! Good riddance for bad rubbish!

Miss Ginger's Garage is Clean as a Whistle!

And the place she parks her cars is organized, as well!

All the glitter is organized by color and "grit",

the "schlung" is all boxed and labeled,

and even the paints are organized and colorized!

And both cars fit in the garage!

Just 2 days after the ball! This has to be some sort of record!

More From the Ball!

Here's a little slideshow of some of the pics of the Ball, set to Miss G's section of the soundtrack. This is the 2.5 hour Ball condensed into the music for Miss G's 2.5 minute presentation!

The Time Has Come.....

for Miss Ginger to reveal her costume! And it's about time! It's all about time! Because Miss Ginger was:

A cuckoo bird in a cuckoo clock!!!

This is actually the back side of the costume, but Miss G made her entrance backwards so it is what the audience saw first. Initially the door was closed, and when Miss rocked from side to side the pendulum swung. Then, at the sound cue, the door opened for the cuckoo to pop out, and a confetti cannon fired feathers all over the ball floor. The timing of this photo is perfect because you can see the smoke and feathers from the cannon! Then on the next sound cue:

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Miss G turned to reveal the bird itself! The backpiece and outfit went through many (many) rennovations in the last 24 hours, and not everything turned out exactly the way Miss G planned, but the crowd didn't seem to mind and roared with enthusiasm. Many people stopped Miss G after the ball and the pursuant after-parties to tell her that her costume was their favorite!

At the end of the ball, King 38 Robert and Queen 38 Kaylynn took their final walk, and King 39 Ray and Queen 39 Billy were crowned.

Now Ball 39 is just a memory, and we all rest for as long as we can stand it, until we just have to start planning Ball 40! It takes a full year to pull this off, so we'd better not rest too long!

Oye!

Long day a Reliant getting ready for the ball. Just got home from the full dress rehearsal at 11pm! Miss Ginger is bushed!
Things didn't go great. The backpiece rode too high- got to bring a hacksaw to fix that. The hands broke. They can be fixed with hotglue and skewers. Everything else worked okay, and I think once the center of gravity it lowered it will ride better.
Bet you're really all dying to see it now! In due time, dear 'snaps!

T-1 and Counting!

It's the day before the big day! Miss Ginger has taken today off from work, as has many other Krewe Members. It's "load-in" day, and Miss Annie and the gang have already started the rounds in the U-Haul® (insert lesbian joke here) to begin picking up costumes for delivery to Reliant Center. Miss G is last on the rotation, because her costume is so big it will probably take up the whole truck. (insert size queen joke here).

After load-in, chaos, and set-up, there's a full dress rehearsal tonight. Tomorrow morning, after the general meeting, the Captain will reveal to the Krewe his selections for next year's King and Queen. Don't get excited, 'snaps. It's not Miss Ginger! The new royalty already knows they have been selected, and have been keeping it a secret all year as they prepare the costumes for their dramatic reveal!

More later- gotta run! Photos Sunday!

Sometimes a Girl Needs a Little Pick-me-up....

Ever have one of those days where you're feeling- you know- not so "fresh"?

This just in....

Wells Fargo calls off lavish Vegas junket
Associated Press
Feb. 4, 2009, 6:12AM
WASHINGTON — It’s a tradition for Wells Fargo & Co. to reward top employees with a lavish junket. In previous years, though, the company hadn’t just received a $25 billion bailout from taxpayers.
Wells Fargo had booked 12 nights, beginning Friday, at the Wynn Las Vegas and the Encore Las Vegas.
“Let’s get this straight: These guys are going to Vegas to roll the dice on the taxpayer dime?” said Rep. Shelley Moore Capito, a West Virginia Republican who sits on the House Financial Services Committee. “They’re tone-deaf. It’s outrageous.”
The company initially defended the trip. But within hours, investigators and lawmakers on Capitol Hill had scorned the bank, and the company canceled.
The trip was to come on the heels of this week’s announcement that Wells Fargo lost more than $2.3 billion in the last three months of 2008.
Previous all-expense-paid trips for Wells Fargo have included helicopter rides, wine tasting, horseback riding in Puerto Rico and a private Jimmy Buffett concert in the Bahamas for more than 1,000 of the company’s top employees and guests.
“In light of the current environment, we have now decided to cancel this event as well,” the company said Tuesday night in a news release that also said it had never planned to use taxpayer bailout money for the trip.
Corporate retreats have attracted criticism since the bank bailout last fall. Congress scolded insurance giant American International Group Inc. for spending $440,000 on spa treatments for executives just days after the company took $85 billion from taxpayers. AIG has since canceled all such outings.
Because of the bailout and the recession, other banks have canceled employee outings. Morgan Stanley informed employees Monday that an appreciation trip to Monte Carlo was off.
Initially, Wells Fargo indicated it had no plans to cancel.
“Recognition events are still part of our culture,” spokeswoman Melissa Murray said Tuesday afternoon. “It’s really important that our team members are still valued and recognized.”
In previous years, top Wells Fargo loan officers were treated to performances by Cher, Jay Leno and Huey Lewis. One year, the company provided fortune tellers and offered camel rides, said Debra Rickard, a former Wells Fargo mortgage employee from Colorado who attended the events regularly until she left the company in 2004.
Every night when employees returned to their rooms, there was a new gift on their pillows, she said.
“I was amazed with just how lavish it was,” Rickard said. “We stayed in top hotels, the entertainment was just unbelievable, and there were awards — you got plaques or trophies.”
Kevin Waetke, another spokesman for Wells Fargo, said the Las Vegas trip provided a “unique opportunity” for employees of Wells Fargo and newly acquired bank Wachovia Corp. “to focus on continuing to do all we can for U.S. homeowners.”
Said New York Attorney General Andrew Cuomo: “Now, they’re sending employees on junkets to Las Vegas. You do the math.” Cuomo recently sought information about Wells Fargo’s bonuses as part of his investigation into the banking industry.
Rooms at the Wynn and the Encore are consistently among the most expensive in Las Vegas. The $2.3 billion Encore opened in December. Its decor includes a 27-foot Asian dragon made from 90,000 Swarovski crystals and artwork by Colombian artist Fernando Botero. One of the restaurants features Frank Sinatra’s 1953 Oscar.
Both properties have high-end retail stores, including Manolo Blahnik at Wynn and Chanel at Encore.
Wells Fargo reversed course Tuesday evening. The company said it had planned to scale back the Las Vegas trip but decided to cancel it, just as it had already done for other events scheduled for this year.
The statement did not say what, other than a four-night sales conference, the company had planned for its 12 nights in Las Vegas. The company said, however, it did not plan any other employee recognition events this year.
Morgan Stanley, which received $10 billion in bailout funds, had been planning to send its top employees to a hotel in Monte Carlo this April. A Morgan Stanley travel agent said that the trip, along with a similar event in the Bahamas, was still on as of Tuesday afternoon. But company spokesman Jim Wiggins said employees were told Monday that the events were canceled. He said the travel agent was incorrect. .

You got your hands caught in the candy jar Too late, idiots!

It Just Ain't Fittin'!

That's what Miss Ginger says when she tries on a size 14! But she also said it when she read this horrifying article:

It just ain't right!!!
Bailed-out Wells Fargo plans Las Vegas casino junkets
By DANIEL WAGNER and MATT APUZZOAssociated Press
Feb. 3, 2009, 2:54PM

WASHINGTON — Wells Fargo & Co., which received $25 billion in taxpayer bailout money, is planning a series of corporate junkets to Las Vegas casinos this month.
Wells Fargo, once among the nation's top writers of subprime mortgages, has booked 12 nights at the Wynn Las Vegas and its sister hotel, the Encore Las Vegas beginning Friday, said Wynn spokeswoman Michelle Loosbrock. The hotels will host the annual conference for company's top mortgage officers.
The conference is a Wells Fargo tradition. Previous years have included all-expense-paid helicopter rides, wine tasting, horseback riding in Puerto Rico and a private Jimmy Buffett concert in the Bahamas for more than 1,000 employees and guests.
"I was amazed with just how lavish it was," said Debra Rickard, a former Wells Fargo mortgage employee from Colorado who attended the events regularly until she left the company in 2004. "We stayed in top hotels, the entertainment was just unbelievable, and there were awards — you got plaques or trophies."
While the nation's recession has led other banks, such as Bank of America, to cancel employee recognition outings, Wells Fargo has not.
"Recognition events are still part of our culture," spokeswoman Melissa Murray said. "It's really important that our team members are still valued and recognized."
Corporate retreats have attracted criticism since the bank bailout last fall. Congress scolded insurance giant American International Group Inc. for spending $440,000 on spa treatments for executives just days after the company took $85 billion from taxpayers.
AIG has since canceled all such outings.
Beginning Feb. 25, Wells Fargo's insurance division is hosting a 40-person team meeting at the Mandalay Bay Hotel in Las Vegas, according to the Las Vegas Convention and Visitors Authority.
Murray did not immediately have details about the size or cost of the events or what was planned.
In previous years, top loan officers were treated to performances by Cher, Jay Leno and Huey Lewis. One year, the company provided fortune tellers and offered camel rides, Rickard said. Every night when employees returned to their rooms, there was a new gift on their pillows, she said.
Wells Fargo Chairman Richard Kovacevich has traditionally greeted every employee personally when they arrived.
Rooms at the Wynn and the Encore are consistently among the most expensive in Las Vegas. The $2.3 billion Encore opened in December as sister hotel to the Wynn. Its decor includes a 27-foot Asian dragon made from 90,000 Swarovski crystals and artwork by Colombian artist Fernando Botero. One of the restaurants features Frank Sinatra's 1953 Oscar.
Both properties have high-end retail stores, including Manolo Blahnik at Wynn and Chanel at Encore.
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Associated Press writer Oskar Garcia contributed to this report from Las Vegas

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Apparently once again Miss Ginger lost at least one of you with her reference to 70's kids TV, when she delcared that Victoria "Pork Chop" Parker looked just like HR Puffnstuff.

For any of you GingerSnaps who may have been raised by tree-hugging hippies who didn't believe in television :

This classic series begins with Jimmy, a young English boy, playing near the edge of a river with his magical talking gold flute, Freddie. While at the edge of the river Jimmy climbs aboard a boat that beckons to him. As it drifts out to sea, an evil witch named Witchiepoo, seeking Freddie to add to her collection of magical possessions, casts a spell and makes the boat turn into an evil boat which attacks Jimmy (who then jumps overboard to save himself). Swimming to the shore of Living Island, Jimmy is rescued by its mayor, H R Pufnstuf and his Rescue Ranger crew (Kling and Klang) before Witchiepoo can get her hands on the boy or the magic flute. They befriend the Jimmy sheltering and protecting him from the kooky old witch.Everything on Living Island is alive. Books have faces, houses sneeze and trees can talk, not to mention the regular citizens who all look like an animal of some sort. Dr Blinky is an Owl, Ludicrous is a Lion and Judy Frog is; well she's a frog and the only character I didn’t like as a child.And then there is the evil Witchiepoo. She continually tries to satisfy her obsession for the talking flute with the aid of her goofy henchmen Orson, Seymore, Dumb and Stupid and her motorized broomstick, called the Vroom Broom. Each episode involves Jimmy attempting to escape from the island with the help of Pufnstuf and his friends, with flute intact of course. H.R. Pufnstuf was created by Sid and Marty Krofft (from (tvonline.com)