Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Sort Of Wordless Wednesday

Spending three hours in a lawyer's office with the EX today.....makes me want to HURL!

The difference is, after you hurl, you usually feel better.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Today's Special: Pimped Out Lips

*This one's for the ladies. Sorry fellas.

Have you ever used a lip plumper? In the past few years, almost every cosmetic company has developed their version of a lip plumper. Lip plumper's work to give the lips a temporary fullness and shine to give the user the appearance of a more voluptuous lip. And really, what lip gloss diva doesn't want the appearance of a sexy, pouty lip?

Is it a dramatic change? Of course not, but by using a lip plumper you can improve the appearance of the fullness of the lips, giving your smile a slight boost of color, fullness and shine.

DuWop Lip Venom was the original lip plumper, and it's success put the company on the map in the cosmetic industry. It is by far my favorite and yes, I sell this product in my store because I love it!

Formulated with a blend of cinnamon, wintergreen and ginger, these ingredients combine to create a tingle on the lips and cause the blood to rush to the surface of the lips, creating a slight and temporary swell. Hence the name, Lip Venom, a fuller "bee stung" lip. But more than plump and exfoliate, the venom glosses also contain jojoba, sunflower oil and avocado to soothe and soften the lips. It's a "home run" combination for the lip gloss lover who desires a sexy, soft lip and a wonderful gloss to go over your favorite lipstick to give it that little something extra.

The "tingly" sensation is a nice surprise and makes Lip Venom a must have in every woman's make-up bag. Lip Venom comes in several different colors and variations as well as in a tinted gloss in a plastic applicator tube in 9 different shades to choose from which can be worn alone or over a lipstick. My personal favorite; try "Berry Chill" for a berry kissed color that's not overpowering.

I recommend you play the "pouty game" and try Lip Venom. Your lips will be kissable and close-up ready for ANYTHING. Sexy's back ladies, and Du Wop Lip Venom's cornered the market. Try it today.

You'll be so glad you did.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Should I Stay Or Should I Go?

I got an invitation to attend my High School reunion in November.

The question begs to be asked, should I go? When I recieved it, all that angst I had left back in the 80's came rushing over me like the Johnstown flood. I'm not quite sure I NEED go. Granted, I did attend the last one, five years ago and I wonder if every five years is the way to go with these things. I had a great time, but things have changed drastically for me since then.

This time, I have to go as a "divorcee". Not that I really care about that, but do I really want to explain all of that crazy shit to tons of people I never see? Not really. I still see all of my high school friends throughout the year. We have managed to stay pretty close and always travel to Cape Cod or some other destination at least once a year to bond (read: get drunk and act crazy). We still e-mail each other regularly and attend milestone events in each other's lives, so the angst thing would be about the other classmates that would be in attendance. The ones I don't keep in touch with.

Then there's the worry about loosing more weight, a killer outfit, and whether or not My Guy needs to attend the function with me. He knows most of my High School friends anyway, and he has heard all the petty shit that goes on between us and the good stuff too. Do I need to subject him to this, or do I fly solo and go into the Lion's den alone? I wonder. I suppose it could be fun, but maybe a decade or so between reunions is better served. I hate all the phony bull shit that goes on at these things. People shrilly telling you,"How great you look!" and people passing around pictures of their children and lying about how wonderful their lives are. It could be a good opportunity to network with people, and have a few laughs with old friends, but at whose expense? Mine? And with the big "D" hanging over my head, do I just look like another statistic? (which I am anyway)

I tend to be a pretty confident person in general, so I hate the fact that this invite has spiraled me back into a time of insecurity and uncertainty.

Give it to me straight bloggers, I can handle it.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Thank God Its Friday

I was just a wee child of 12 when the movie, "Thank God It's Friday" came out, but I remember it like it was yesterday. A comedic homage to the age of Disco, it's message was hopeful and at times inspiring.

Since today is the "last dance" of the week and of the summer like weather, I previewed this video of the great disco queen, Donna Summer singing her monster hit, "Last Dance" from the movie and I will admit to getting a few goosebumps.

Enjoy the "last dance" of the week with one of the disco era's greats and remember a kinder, simpler time.

Have a great weekend bloggers!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

The Quickest Way To My Heart

I always loved Jennifer Garner, ever since I watched, "13 Going On 30" and she did the Thriller dance in the nightclub, but this video just cemented my loyal admiration forever!!!

Watch this SPECTACULAR appearance on Jay Leno's new show the other night. It's 3 minutes long, but you may certainly end up being quite impressed with Mrs. Ben Affleck's prowess when put to a challenge.

(Skip :40 seconds into the video)

My favorite part: at the end when she instinctively hurls the evil cap behind her. I am so impressed.

She has been taught well.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

My Grandma Was A Saint

(That is NOT my dear departed Grandma)

Witty and sharped tounged women run in my family. It's a gift really, and with each generation one steps forward to take the spotlight. My Grandma Driscoll was the spotlighter in her day. She was amazing. Beautiful and sharp as a tack, she was a bookie, yup a bookie, in the days when women didn't even consider doing those things, but Gramma was different. She loved sports, she loved politics, and her beloved Red Sox, (which is probably where I got some of it) and she would run the numbers every day with her brother-in law Louie at his dining room table. She was one special chick. Men loved her, because she could handicap a game, place a bet for them and sit down and chew the fat about the NFL, the NHL and then smoothly transition to any other topic of current events or politics with ease.

And Grandma Driscoll could tell a joke. Of course, she'd tell dirty ones, but I never really heard any because she would send us kids out of the room for those.

I do remember her telling me this joke when I got older:

Why does a bee hum??

You'd hum too if you just laid your honey.

Then she'd laugh her special laugh.

The best memory we all have of Grandma Driscoll is one Thanksgiving at the dinner table. We were all going around the table, with each member saying a little something they were thankful for, as most families tend to do on Thanksgiving. When we got to Grandma Driscoll, she said, "I don't think I'll say anything. Instead I'd like to sing you all a song."

She then proceeded to sing us this song in a very small and soft singing voice:

"Oh, there was a little bird no bigger than a turd who flew to a telegraph pole.
He stretched his little neck, and he shit about a peck,

then he closed up his little asshole."

Each and every one of her 13 great grandchildren have been taught that song in her memory.
As they say, they broke the mold when they made my Grandma.

I miss her so much sometimes and often wonder what kind of advice she would give me today.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

You Little Tease

Yesterday, that blogging extraordinaire super star, my friend BeckEye dropped a comment on my post about Larry King that caused me to laugh out loud, quite literally. Of course this robust guffaw sent my family into the office to see what the hilarity was all about. And its not the first time that Becks has tickled my funny bone via blog comments. No, no. In fact Becks, you might say, is the "pseduo" reigning co-champ of the prestigious Candy's Daily Dandy Comment Content Comedy Hall of Fame, by way of being last year's runner up. But we'll talk more about that in a second.

When I saw Becks comment I immediately decided to save it for nomination for the Hall of Fame game, then realized, if you weren't blogging with me last November, you will have no idea what I'm talking about. Which means that small tidbits of comment gold are floating around the bloggersphere getting lost in cyberspace. And we can't have that now, can we??

So, if your new to the game, I'll give you the 411.
By now you all know why we do what we do-we blog because we love it! But what fuels the fire, what keeps us going, the crack in the pipe of blogging is the comment. And sometimes they are so funny that you nearly pee you pants from laughing. Last November I held the First Annual Candy's Daily Dandy Comment Content Comedy Hall of Fame which celebrates the brilliance and comedy of the blog comment. And it was quite funny, indeed. I'm sure there have been more than a few that have caused you to shed a tear of laughter, so we celebrate the genius of our blog commenters with an award

I decided to give you people an early heads up and tease the 2nd annual CDD Comment Content Comedy Hall of Fame slated for the first week of November. In the mean time, save those hilarious comments and come November, nominate your favorite one.

Since last years champ, McGone, the King of the comment, has sadly retired from his blogging days and is unable to preform his champion duties, that leaves last years co-runners up, BeckEye and Dr Zibbs as reigning co-champs. To see what all the hub bub is about click here, and if you want to see Becks brilliantly hilarious comment from yesterday click here.

And save those comments for November, because a good laugh is always ezactly what the doctor ordered!

Stay tuned .......

Monday, September 21, 2009

Moe, Larry, And Dr. Phil, The Stooges Of The News

So I'm watching TV the other night, flipping through the channels and I stumble upon that old fossil of the media, Larry King. Larry's always good for some, red hot topic fun, but it was the headline that caught my attention. It said, "Did Kanye go too far?"......

Ummm, ya think, Lar?

AND, dude, that was sooo last weeks, old, regurgitated, played-out story. Must have been a slow news day because THEN, he pulls out good old Dr. Phil to have a round table about this boorish behavior. Phil seems to have the inside track on the Kanye/Taylor Swift thing because he talked to Taylor and her mom after a taping of The View on Friday. I used to love Dr Phil, now I'm not sure what he has become, as every appearance he makes as a psychological expert, deciphering bad celebrity behavior knocks him down a notch on the credibility scale. He's become like the ambulance chaser of the celebrity psycosis realm.


I was under the impression that the Larry King Live show was a legit, hard news forum for the discussion of newsworthy topics. Topics that may or may not have an impact on society and discussions where the consitutional freedoms to voice opinions are invited and encouraged. What happened to Larry? Is he getting soft in his old age? I'm not saying the whole "Kanye/Taylor" thing did not have it's place in a media forum, but more than a week later and do we really need Dr Phil's opinion??
I will admit to not being a Larry King Live regular viewer, but I think Larry's just reached his expiry date. For more than a few months after Michael Jackson died, it was all Michael all the time on Larry and he was having in depth discussions with Michael's trash man and his gardener. I realize, even on this forum, how hard it is to be topical, witty and interesting on a daily basis. Really I do. Everyone scrambles for material sometimes, big and small. But CNN???These are big salaried, teams of professional producers, news breakers and expert news people and the best they cam come up with is "the dumbing down" of the news??

The oversaturated news channels have been churning out "dead horse" topics for a while now. I think Larry, Moe and Curley were better in their day. At least they knew how to take a slap upside the head for their stupidity.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Fantastic Friday

First up, I just wanted to say a quick thanks to all of you bloggers for your heartfelt well wishes for success and congrats on my new venture.

Today's Friday sendoff is a fun little reminder from that old show tune, "Anything you can do I can do better." from the musical Annie Get Your Gun. Yes ladies, we can do anything and sometimes we can do it better!!!!

Have a great weekend bloggers! Peace.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Show And Tell Part 2:The Candy Bar

A brief history: 5 years ago I decided I wanted to open a unique boutique that sold cosmetics for women. Being a make up artist, I figured it was a great way to incorporate my entreprenurial spirit and something I knew and loved quite well. Once I started doing research for my business plan, I realized I had been "off the market" for too long, since I had been a stay at home mom for the previous 11 years and had not been employed during that time. I immediately got a job at a business similar to the one I was planning, and the plan was to work for 6 to 9 months, get all the info I could and then proceed ahead with my business plan.

Then life happened. One month later, my husband (at the time) and I broke up and my whole world went into a tailspin. I have to tell you that I was just happy to have a job at that difficult time in my life, but the whole idea of my own business went out the door and six months turned into four years. Everything happens for a reason I say. Thank God it did.

FLASH FORWARD: June 2009. A woman, (my friend) named Wendy Wheeler, who owns a clothing boutique in Osterville, Cape Cod, where my family has a summer home, opened another Wendy Wheeler clothing boutique right in my home town on my main street. Wendy and I became friends years ago because over the 15 years of her being in business, my family and I became some of her best clients, as we are hardcore shoppers. We talked often about my idea of opening a cosmetics boutique those 5 years ago and Isought her business advice alot. When my life sort of got ripped out from under me, I had chosen to keep to myself and talked to Wendy only occasionaly during the past 5 years.

This June, I drove by down town on my way to the supermarket and I saw the awnings bearing her name on the building and nearly got into an accident pulling into to the parking lot to the store. I couldn't believe it. It was her first day in my home town and when I walked in and saw her, it was like we had had not skipped a beat. She offered me a job, working in her store and since I had been unemployed for the past year, I accepted. My first day on the job, she approached me and told me that I should seriously consider opening "a boutique within a boutique" in her store. Since I was already thinking about it in my head, I knew immediately that my time had finally come.
Two crazee months later, 2 buying trips to New York, and much creative planning, construction and hard work, it is with great honor that I present to you my new venture.

The Candy Bar
at Wendy Wheeler

My funky, fresh, fun little cosmetics boutique which opened yesterday.

This is my window in the front of the store that flanks the right side of the store entrance. (the left side has Wendy's clothing on mannequins)

This is the entrance to my tiny, 110 sq ft of retail store, which is in the back of the Wendy Wheeler store, but in view of the front door.

Welcome to my little world of beauty. The concept is that it's a candy store for women, with cosmetics, skincare, fragrances, candles and cosmetic accessories at your fingertips. Since Candy happens to be my name, the play on words works well to promote my mission.

This is an areial view of my cash wrap-I removed my keyboard and my point of sale purchase items so you could get a feel for what's underneath the glass. It's dangerous for me to be around that much candy.

This is the front of the cash wrap. Those little boxes on the second shelf are bath bombs that look exactly like candy. $6 bucks a pop, they smell divine and look adorable.

These are my bags. The tissue matches the colors on the logo.

This is the "salon" area where a woman will sit down and I will not only do her make up, but I will educate her on skin care, make up application and she will see the dazzling results right there in that chair. (The long talker- remember him?-sent me the roses for my opening, which was very sweet)

This is the main asile to shop. I have Kevyn Aucoin cosmetics, DuWop cosmetics, BKamins skin care and many other wonderful bath and body lines to choose from. I told you it was tiny, but I think it's just perfect for my retail needs. Most of the product lines I chose are unique to this area.

For now I am the only employee of The Candy Bar and I am thinking it's going to be that way until after Christmas. I will be literally living there for the next three months, so it's a good thing I love it. The best part, it's about 2.2 miles from my house and it's MINE....

Thanks so much letting me share this with you bloggers. I guess dreams really do come true when you put your mind to it.

Now who wants a makeover???

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Show And Tell


Sharing is such a great thing. Remember when you were little and you shared your favorite lunch with your best friend because he/she forgot theirs at the bus stop, or because the class bully stole their lunch. Remember sharing your private hopes and dreams or your feelings about a new guy/girl you liked and how you felt so happy to have someone you trusted to share the information with? Remember standing in front of your second grade class during show and tell with your new doll or Tonka truck and how proud you felt to be able to share this thing you loved or worked really hard on with your classmates. Trust between people is a great way to show love and caring. You share something with someone because you want them to be in tune with your world or the world around you both and it makes you feel good, and hopefully the share is a good thing and it makes the person you shared it with feel just as good.

It is with love and trust that I ask you to come back to The Daily Dandy tomorrow so that I can share with you bloggers something I have been DYING to tell/show you all and it's finally ready. And it's a good thing (hopefully) and I can't wait to share it all with you! I planned on telling you today, but I need pictures in order to make the share complete, and at the moment I cannot locate my digital camera battery charger, so I will have to settle for my iphone camera. I hope it does my share justice.

This share will explain why I have not been around the sphere as much as I used to, commenting and reading all of your great blogs on a daily basis. But I want you to know that I have not forgotten any of you, and at times I felt so guilty that I have not been around to read your awesome blogs and share my laughter and comments with you and your brilliance. For that I wholeheartedly apologize, bloggers, and now that my "project" is complete, things will soon slow down and I will have more time to show you I care over at your places. Cuz I really do care.
(Frack asked me yesterday, "Mom, what about your blog?" So cute, he's worried I'll abandon you people. I told him,"never")

So y'all come back here tomorrow and I'll get up in front of the class and we'll have show and tell. I'm kinda excited.....

OK? Thanks.

And if you don't care, that's ok too.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Sweeeeet Success!

Ahhhh, this morning all is as it should be.

It was a bit touch and go, and my boy looked a wee bit rusty in the first half, but there is most certainly a bit of magic left in Tommy's old top hat.

They didn't cover, but who the hell cares.

My boyfriend's back and you're gonna be in trouble........

Take that all you naysayers!

Monday, September 14, 2009

Today's Special: What Do You Think?

I've got a craaazeee day today, so I'll be out of blogging commission, but this question has been nagging away at me so I thought I'd put it to all of you.

What's the deal with the tempurpedic mattresses? Are they better? Which one of you has one?
Should I get one??

Give it to me for rizzle, my shizzle's!

Friday, September 11, 2009

Never Forget

I lost two college friends in the devestation of the 9/11 attacks, one whom I had made some great memories with at school. Even though we hadn't spoken in years, his death in the Twin Towers at the hands of evil, will always give me cause to remember him as he was. Young and vibrant with his whole life of potential ahead of him.

Eight years later, we reflect upon how we, as a country, lost our innocence that day.

Today I pause to remember all who died, and will never forget.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Today's Special: Are You Kidding Me???

I've got nothing much to say about this one, except that,


Good thing for him he's a cute little bugger...

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Tid Bitty City

(remember these things??? I used to love them)

Random tid-bits From the Desk of Candy:

  • Tonite marks the second episode of "Glee" on Fox. I am supercilious excited for this show, which I think combines the perfect ingredients for good fun on TV. Jane Lynch alone is worth the watch, and I got my daughter all pumped up on Glee over the summer. She is now a self-proclaimed "Gleek", who had the awesome opportunity to meet the cast at Hot Topic at the mall for her birthday. That day she got to preview tonite's episode and she informs me that it does not disappoint. I have to keep reminding her not to reveal the plot for tonite's episode, as I am a bit of a"Gleek" myself.

  • The sports world in Beantown is all abuzz about the recent Richard Seymour trade to Oakland. Seems since the Pats traded Vrabel and Cassel, and now that Teddy Bruschi just retired, fans are more than a bit concerned over the pending team at Foxboro. Relax people, did we not coin the phrase a few years back, "In Bill we trust"? We have seen worse days in Foxboro, for sure. Let's just hope that Tommy Boy is in fine form and that he has all the weapons needed to prove that he is arguably one of the greatest the game has ever seen. I have faith, love and the season tix to prove it.

  • Why is it that the first signs of Fall always show up around the start of school?? Do we not have a few more weeks of summer left here?? This was quite possibly the shortest summer on record in MA. We lost June, due to 28 days of rain, waited for July to heat up and had a week or two of hot weather in August. That's it. DONE. And as my grandmother used to say, "Shut up and like it, capiche??

  • I am totally DIGGIN' me some Black Eyed Peas, at the moment. Completely Ferg-alicious, they are the "soul food" of pop right now. Their song, "I've got a feeling" is one that resonates throughout the day with it's optimistic feel good vibe. My favorite part, the some what after-thought "L'chaim", (pronounced phonetically "la-hiem") chanted after "Mazeltov" which is a Jewish salutation which means "to life". Good stuff that keeps a little bounce in your step, and who couldn't use a little extra bounce these days??

  • Things are finally starting to take shape and I am SOOO excited. My hard work will hopefully pay off very soon, but we will talk more about that later.

  • AND-if you've ever thought that your blog has no power and felt as if someday's it just isn't worth it-here is living proof. When checking my email this morning, I recieved this. In the Re: section was "Turtle Wax Love!" At first glance, I thought it was spam, but thought differently since I had just yesterday wrote on this blog about my experience with Turtle Wax Car Wash.

I opened it to reveal this:

Your blog popped up in my Google Alerts when you mentioned Turtle Wax Car Wash. Glad your experience was good and that the van revealed it's true color!
If you're interested, we'd love to send out a care package for you to help keep the van clean now that you've got it that way.
Shoot me your mailing address and we'll send it out.
Thanks for the Turtle Wax love!

Brand Director
Turtle Wax, Inc.

Now that's a touchdown if I ever saw one!!

To you all today, L'chaim!! and if the Peas come on your radio, whether you like them or not, leave it on and toast to life!


Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Attention To Detail

Yesterday was a glorious day here in MA and I decided that I could no longer pretend that my silver SUV had been re-painted a darker shade of grey, on purpose. I couldn't act like the halo of dirt that adhered to the car no longer bothered me. I suddenly realized the dirt made me the "Pig Pen" of the pick up line at school and I was ashamed. Being a take charge kind of gal, I took immediate action.

Armed with my bucket of water, Turtle Wax car wash, sponges, chamois and rags I set out to right this terrible wrong. Upon first rinse of the hose, I was horrified to learn that the grime literally laughed in the face of the clean water. The clean water, no worthy adversary to months of built up dirt and salt. No, this was a job for a professional and the Turtle Wax car wash and I went straight to battle. I worked in sections, using my best "elbow grease" technique, revealing the sparkling, true color of my car. The soap and water did a victory dance over the surface of the vehicle as I gained the momentum I needed to eradicate the dirt. It took about an hour to encircle the entire car and when I was done, some of that dirt still clung to life, hoping to live for another day.

But yesterday was not the day, dear dirt, for there was a new Sherriff in town, and this town wasn't big enough for both of us. Round two, with the soap and sponge successfully cleaned the surface and I had found new life, inspired by my squeaky clean vehicle. It's beauty was once again evident and I knew my work was only half done. I opened the driver side door and went immediately to work. While not a complete disaster, it wasn't pretty in there. Half full water bottles occupied every cup holder, magazines, school papers and reciepts were casually strewn about among the sand left over from my Maine beach vacation. The black of the carpets had imbedded white pet hair from Buddy's frequent trips about town and my leather seats had seen better days.

I enlisted the help of My Guy's shop vaccum, because the house vaccum had never been that close to this much dirt. It was my "Patriot Missile", my secret weapon, and I doubt any other machine or human could have worked with as much harmony and rythm as we did. The black lustre of the floor carpets returned and I even lifted the seats to vaccum the underside. I was on a mission. No dirt or dog hair escaped my notice. I concocted a mixture of Amor All and window cleaner to treat the leather seats, and I swear I saw a twinkle when I completed them.

The dust on the dash had not a chance, and it was then that I realized this was what Mr. GM and Mr Ford intended the car to look like. Every inch of my vehicle was treated to a spa-like improvement and I doubt any professional could have done a better job. I had succeeded in reclaiming the glory of a nice car, something which had gotten lost under all that dirt. I stood back in awe, almost sorry that there was no crevice left to clean. I had left no stone unturned.

Now that my car is pristine, I don't want anyone IN the car, least of all my kids who don't seem to share in the appreciation of a squeaky clean vehicle and job well done. The ride to school this morning was full of warnings about trash, foot placement and bottled drinks.
To which they replied, "God mom, it's just a car."

Someday they will understand. I hope.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Fatal Attraction

When you are young, beautiful and famous, everyone seems to want a piece of you, but if you're a Kennedy the world expects it. John Jr, bred in a family of public servants, most certainly was raised with the fortitude to withstand the "public fishbowl" his life as an adult had become. The handsome, surviving son of the late president JFK, innately knew how important public opinion was to a Kennedy. Yet, as a young man, the precocious John dated Hollywood movie stars, drank often, famously failed the Bar exam twice, (passing on his third try), and stayed close to his mother Jaqueline Kennedy Onassis. The world may have questioned on more than a few occasions whether John Jr. could live up to public expectations, but it was his mother's strong shoulder and strength that would see John Jr through trying times. It was she who would lovingly guide her son back down to earth when things got tough and it was she who would protect the heir to the Kennedy throne. But in 1994 Jackie died of cancer and the age of 33, John Jr. lost his rock.

He stoically managed to put the pieces back together after his mother's death, but according to Edward Klein, author of "The Kennedy Curse", John Jr. was the most likely to beat the odds until he met Carolyn.

Klein says, “The Kennedys have this obsession with power that motivates them to take these reckless, very dangerous leaps that inevitably lead to collisions with reality. It became clear to me that one of the allures, if you will, of Carolyn Bessette, was that she was exciting and dangerous, that he was attracted to her for the very same reason that so many other Kennedys have been attracted to excitement and danger.”
It is Klein's theory that Carolyn Bessette represented a fatal danger to her unsuspecting husband.

While it is no secret that the Kennedy's marriage was quickly deteriorating at the time of their death, it has been reported that Carolyn's unpredictable behavior set in motion a series of events that possibly doomed their marriage and their lives. Anti-social, depressed and using drugs, Carolyn was violent and abusive. Carolyn's ex, Michael Bergin, in his memior, "The Other Man; John F Kennedy Jr, Carolyn Bessette and Me" tells an account of Carolyn's violent behavior during a fight where she threw heavy candles at him that shattered a mirror, threw a TV and VCR to the ground and smashed them, then chased after him and taunted him. JFK Jr's friends also believe that John was a sometime victim of Carolyn's violence, questioning a trip to the emergency room to repair a severed tendon on his hand which John explained was the result of "an accident".

It is also a much reported fact that John was horrified by his wife's drug use. Author Edward Klein says it was a well known fact with her fashionista friends that Carolyn was a heavy drug user and that Kennedy caught his wife and friends snorting lines at their New York apartment. A staff member of George remembered a dinner where Carolyn made numerous trips to the bathroom, returning to the table with white rings around her nose and staying out till the late hours of the morning in bars with the staffer. Reportedly, Kennedy inquired the next day why the staffer and his wife were out so late. The staff member replied: "A better question is why your wife didn't want to go home."

The one who possibly holds the key to what really went on inside the Kenndey marriage is Carolyn's ex-boyfriend Michael Bergin. Bessette Kennedy and Bergin continued their affair after she moved in with Kennedy, but Bergin alleges he ended the affair after their marriage. But Carolyn continued to "taunt" her husband with Bergin, Klein says, by lying to him and leading him to believe it was still going on. Klein: “She was pushing the worst possible buttons by telling her husband that she was being unfaithful to him. and it drove him absolutely crazy.”

Perhaps the most telling thing of all written about the mysterious Carolyn Bessette Kennedy was written by Bergin in his book. He describes Bessette Kennedy's apartment, before she married John Jr, with decorative picture frames placed throughout. The frames, while beautiful, were empty, completely void of any pictures or any images at all. Much like what little we know of her. Beautiful, yet hauntingly empty.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

What Really Happened???

All this Ted Kennedy talk here in MA got me to thinking about another Kennedy, lost too young.
John F. Kennedy Jr and his wife Carolyn Bessette Kennedy died in a plane over Marthas Vineyard on July 16th 1999. Also lost in the tragedy was Carolyn's sister, Lauren Bessette. Three beautiful, young people, the possible victims of a supposed "Kennedy Curse".

Let's talk for a minute about John Jr. Beside the fact that he was probably one of the most magnificent looking human specimens of all time, he was a Kennedy and the heir of our beloved president John F. Kennedy and the first lady Jaqueline Kennedy. There's just no accounting for good genes. Although John Jr had some "Kennedy troubles" (read drugs and alcohol) throughout his young life, he managed to somehow clean up his act and begin to steer his way into a world of possibilities that was open to him. I mean, LOOK AT HIM. Not only was he the surviving male heir to Jack and Jackie; the boy had it all. He could afford to be a screw up because if he kept himself somewhat clean, he could pretty much have anything he wanted. He was our royalty. He started a political magazine, which was chic and interesting, named it after our country's first president and shocked the word when he secretly married a beauty he met in Manhattan named Carolyn. It would seem 38 year old John was just coming into his own.

What of this mysterious beauty named Carolyn Bessette Kennedy? She was an enigma of epic proportions. You can't believe everything you read, but when more than 3 writers report similar stories about her, one has to wonder the odds on it being a truth. I have read a few books written on John Jr., most of which talk in length about the volatile status of his marriage. They all agree that John was absolutely besotted with her. She had a hold over him and was not without demons herself. Reportedly she was antisocial, prone to violence and their fights were at times vicious. There are those who say that Carolyn was a frequent cocaine user and that she spent late nights out with her "fashionista friends" doing cocaine. The general consensus is that thing were not moonlight and roses in the marriage.

It has been reported that John had spent the night before they died in a hotel after a fight with his wife. That they were late getting off the island because Carolyn's sister had to work late and she herself, was getting a manicure. John was an inexperienced pilot who happened to be wearing a cast on his leg so the decision to fly that night was most questionable. So I ask you, WHAT REALLY HAPPENED??? I wonder.

In Part Two tomorrow I will explore the personal lives of this mysterious couple

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Happy Happy Joy Joy

Yesterday was a LONG and arduous day..but it no longer matters.....:))) I feel the joy today!

The phone was ringing off the hook.
"Mom, I need this book. Can you get it for me right now?"

It didn't matter that I had six thousand other things going on at that time because today, it no longer matters.....
"Mom, can six of my friends come over and skateboard? Yeah, and we're hungry too. Can you get us pizza? Hurry too, cuz we're starving."

Who really cares that I had to drive them all home afterwards. It no longer matters.....
"Mom, I'm bored. Can we go to the mall?"
"What do you mean I have to take a shower????"

Don't care. The couple of Benjamin's I dropped at the mall no longer matter either. It just doesn't matter any more...
"Mom, I need a ride to Dana's house. Yeah, right now!!"
"But mom, it's ONLY 10:30. It's too early for bed."

Whatever, not caring today.
"Can Dana and Olivia and Ally and Sammi sleep over? What? I can't leave anybody out."
"What's for dinner mom? Chicken again? Can't I just have Easy Mac instead?"

Who cares? Unimportant in the big picture.
"I couldn't clean my room mom because I woke up at noon, had breakfast at one, watched Twilght for the millionth time, did my nails, then had to have lunch by 3:30. I was wayyyy too busy."

Uh huh. None of this matters any longer.

Because today is the greatest day of my life!

Today, all debts are paid back in FULL!! Yesiree!!

Today, life begins for me....
Today is the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.!!!!!

And today, for me, life is gooooood!

Thank you God.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

"If marriage means you fell in love, does divorce mean you climbed out?"

Dear wife:

I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you forever. I've been a good man to you for 7 years & I have nothing to show for it. These last 2 weeks have been hell.

Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today & that was the last straw. Last week, you came home & didn't even notice I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal & even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You ate in 2 minutes, & went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps.

You don't tell me you love me anymore; you don't want sex or anything that connects us as husband & wife. Either you are cheating on me or you don't love me anymore; whatever the case, I'm gone.

Your EX-Husband
P.S. don't try to find me. Your SISTER & I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!

Dear Ex-Husband,

Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter.
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It's true you & I have been married for 7 years, although a good man is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining & griping. Too bad that doesn't work.

I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the 1st thing that came to mind was 'You look just like a girl!' Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say something nice, I didn't comment. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork 7 years ago.

About those new silk boxers: I turned away from you because the $49.99 price tag was still on them, & I prayed it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed $50 from me that morning. After all of this, I still loved you & felt we could work it out. So when I hit the lotto for 10 million dollars, I quit my job & bought us 2 tickets to Jamaica, but when I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason, I guess.

I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won't get a dime from me. So take care.


Your Ex-Wife, Rich As Hell & Free!

P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born Carl. I hope that's not a problem.