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#MFRWauthor Guilty or Not Guilty (Pleasures)

Posted at 7:32 am by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on March 10, 2017

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Guilty Pleasures

Here we are at Week 10 in the 52-Week Blog Hop Challenge via Marketing For Romance Writers Blog. I wrote this last week so I didn’t miss 7 Guilty Pleasures. Oh, boy! Seven of them? Only seven? Haha. I’m not real good at this keeping-up-weekly thing, but I will get in what I can. I’m keeping this to a G Rating for public viewing, but that isn’t the rating for my private guilty pleasures.

Does it go without saying? Other than cowboys >>Chocolate would be #1. I’m fine if I stay away from it, but one bite ignites the craving. It’s true, I’ve already lost the battle with one bite. Add caramel to it and I’m your slave. > (Don’t get any ideas, I’m joking.)

Netflix. If you take it away, I’ll probably read more than I usually do.
Pringles Original!
Pedicure, though you wouldn’t know it right now. It’s time. TMI?

Country music. Kip Moore. Dierks Bentley’s scratchy voice tears me to pieces in such a good way. OMG >>> Undone by Joe Nichols makes me want to crawl into one of my books and jump a cowboy. Never mind which one. I have chills thinking about this song because it gets me “undone.” “I want you so bad, baby, you know how to make me come…undone.” Wrecking Ball by Eric Church >>>See “Undone.”<<< LOL ❤

This will be a good time to fit in Wrangler butts.
Bacon. What? Who me?
Guys driving a badass pickup truck.
My upcoming cover model’s deep voice and sexy accent when he does Facebook Live. I can even hear the sexy in his tone in a FB message. M’bad. I’ll be so embarrassed when the cover is revealed and everyone finds out who he is.

Okay, here are eight guilty pleasures instead of seven unless you count the country music section, where I really went overboard. Do I have to admit I have more? Okay, okay, late night snacking. Stouffer’s Mac and cheese. I’m done. (FYI: I do eat right most of the time.)

Thank you so much for visiting, but remember… This is a Blog Hop. Please visit the other blogs. I’ll be checking your blogs throughout the week.

1. My (Sort of) Guilty Pleasures – #MFRWauthor	2. Guilty Pleasure – Who Says?
3. My Not-so-Guilty Pleasures	4. Sara Watler Ellwood: My Gulty Pleasures
5. Can Pleasures Be Guiltless? Absolutely	6. My own 7 Heaven
7. It’s Good To Indulge	8. What are Your Guilty Pleasures?
9. A Few Guilty Pleasures	10. A writer’s to-don’t list
11. Seven Guilty Pleasures	12. Sexy Erotic Romances by Peyton Brittany Clarke
13. Seven Guilty Pleasures – A Writer’s To-Do List	14. 7 Guilty Pleasures
15. Inquiring MInds Want To Know. . . .	16. Guilty Pleasures-Food, Drink, and Luxury
17. Seven Not So Guilty Pleasures	18. 7 Guilty Pleasures or are they deadly sins?
19. Want To Make Something Of It?	20. Guilty or Not Guilty (Pleasures)
21. Shhh. . . Don’t Tell a Soul

Image credits: Pixabay

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Where’s the Chocolate? Where’s the Happy Birthday?

Posted at 5:28 pm by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on February 28, 2012

If I had chocolate on this day, it would be melted all over my fingers and lips because I’m a chocolate kind of girl. I have two sons who feel the same way.

Picture the Allegheny Mountains on a clear summer day. You can see mountain ridges upon mountain ridges, and the surroundings are always bathed in rich green mid summer.

Autumn makes you think you’re in a whole different area when the trees change color and everything looks like an artist’s palette. But, now we’re talking about my birthday month. This particular summer, our youngest son escorted us because, in our eyes, he was still too young to leave at home. He complained the entire trip. Our oldest son, nearly four years older, would drive up the next day.

No one mentioned my birthday. Okay, no big deal, I guess. I have this birthday every year on the same date. Couldn’t someone remember? We went about our typical first day at the cabin which meant three hours of cutting grass, dusting the furniture, and making sure there were no mouse droppings all over the kitchen counters. Remember, mountains and forests equal mice and other rodents.

On Saturday, our oldest son would arrive in his first, unpredictable car. Still, no one mentioned my birthday. One of our rituals, and necessities, was to go to town and buy groceries. Fine, I’d buy my own birthday cake—yellow with chocolate frosting. I didn’t need candles, but I sure needed the chocolate frosting.

Oh-no. They were out of cake!

I swore to remember this the next time one of these guys had a birthday. Well, it sounded good at the time. I’d never forget their birthday. At home, we put the food away and started lunch. Then our oldes son pulled in the driveway. When he got out I went to meet him, and when he turned to me, he handed me a big sheet cake brought all the way from Michigan and decorated especially for my birthday!

Was it chocolate frosting? No, but it was a beautifully decorated cake just for MOM, and even though the frosting wasn’t chocolate, the cake batter was. So, I had birthday wishes from my guys with candles and a chocolate cake. They all knew, including my husband, that he was bringing me a cake and they decided to keep it to themselves so I’d be surprised. To this day, I believe that was one of my most special birthdays.

This week’s prompt was to write a 400 word memoir piece using one of the following: wine, coffee, or chocolate. For more information and to read more pieces, visit Remember Red at Write on Edge.