Gladys is working on her Private Journal, but is it really private??

Gladys’ private Journals read like the life of any average thirty-four-year old single mother, who as she struggles with raising a son, also must juggle challenging careers.  

No! That’s not correct.

Gladys’ private Journals read like the life of any thirty-four year old hot momma, frantically searching for love and adventure.
No! That’s not correct.

Gladys’ private Journals read like the life of a loony tune broad with no common sense.
No! That’s not correct.

Through her private Journals, Gladys trips us through her bizarre life. We walk her walk, and we talk her talk. We stumble and pick ourselves up. We brush ourselves off and continue the journey. 
YES! That’s correct!

Journal Entries by Gladys Tripalong“I have decided to write a private Journal. I’ll record my dreams, my life, and my private thoughts. Anyone who reads my secret journal, without my express permission, will go straight to hell.”

Gladys Tripalong's son Daniel asks if anyone has seen her

 Daniel is looking for his mother.  She may have run off to join a circus or joined a Gypsy Band. If anyone has seen this woman, please call Daniel immediately. A small reward is being offered. 

Molly searches for Gladys

Missing my Gladys.

Please help me. My master Gladys Tripalong rescued me after I had birthed twelve babies (not all at once). The day we met, I was dragging my sorry ass across the shelter whimpering for someone, anyone, to take me home. And of course she did. Gladys has been missing for several weeks.  I think someone took her. I need to rescue her and bring her home. I can’t survive without her.

She'd never abandon me…she must have been kidnapped. She has been known to hang around with the wrong kind (if you know what I mean). I’ve checked with the dogs and cats in the neighborhood…but no luck.  You can reach me via Gladys Is Missing Poster. Or you could try:  www.haveyouseenGladys.blogspot.com.

And the Search Goes on!

In their continuing search to find their missing sister, Carol and Ev read Gladys’ Private Journal. “GYPSY TRAILS, by Gladys Tripalong.” She wriggles into a comfortable position, and adjusts her reading glasses. “The day I was kidnapped, I was working my routine paper route.”
“She never had a paper rou…,” Carol interrupts as she glances at a framed two-year-old photo of her and Gladys.   “Never mind…read on.”
“Life with the gypsies was paradise; I didn’t have to go to school.  My new family changed my name to Luludja, which means flower of life. Everyone loved me and spoiled me. “My adoptive Mom, Esmeralda, was a descendant of the Ancient Egyptians.  She told me that way back when…the gypsies were an enslaved race, living in Romania. They were highly respected.”

Where's Gladys Tripalong

She could be anywhere.  Locked in the truck of a car.  Climbing Mt Everest, or hiding in the forest brird watching!

Another sighting?

Is it possible that Gladys is hanging out with these two wise guys?

Someone recently sent this photo to Gladys’ sister Ev and claims the missing sister Gladys was seen in their company.  Is this is Big Dick and Nick? Their appearance fits, but where is Gladys?

Obviously the picture was taken at paradise, but exactly where?  Did she go for a swim?  She CAN’T swim.  Might they have thrown her over the balcony?  Are they watching for her return, or are they planning their next heist? 

I know she wouldn’t bugger off with the likes of these two.  Why would she, when she has a hunk like Joe waiting on her hand and foot.

 

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Is it possible that this is the missing Gladys Tripalong?  What kind of a getup is she wearing.  If, in fact, this is my missing sister, I'm going to call a family meeting as soon as I get her home!