Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
I was out this weekend trolling the mall with no particular goal in mind, sort of looking for an excuse to spend my money, when I came across these beauties. MAC Dazzleglass lip glosses are quite possibly the funnest lip product I have seen in a long time. Being the complete product junkie that I am, and a girly girl to boot, the dazzle of this product immediately caught my eye and I practically ran over to check out these pretty little glosses. I was not disappointed.
Launched on MAC counters in 2008, I am a bit late coming to this party, but that didn't stop me from purchasing 5 different colors and contemplating snatching up more at a later date. The combination of color infused with a sparkly, sexy, pearly, super-shine leaves the lips with a creamy, glistening kiss of color and just a hint of a yummy vanilla scent. There are 18 gorgeous colors to choose from and I think one would be hard pressed to find a shade that did not work for them. These glosses are perfect to wear alone, with a liner or over your favorite lipstick to give your lips a hard to resist dazzle.
The only problem I can see with Dazzleglass is deciding on the color!!! The MAC website lists 24 wonderful colors to chooses from at $18.00 each, but the pictures do not do the product justice, as one needs to see it to believe it. I bought the following:
Stepping Out: a yellow pink with red pearl. (looks like a natural pink-the red is in the sparkle)
Extra Amps: a sheer bright blue pink with pink and blue pearl (looks like a light, opalescent pink-a great color to layer over a darker lip color)
Euro Beat: a peachy coral with gold pearl. (This looks great alone or with a nude liner for a natural, but sexy look)
Roman Holiday: a caramel with blue and purple pearl. (Sounds weird? This is possibly my fave. The combination of color gives it a soft, rose colored tone)
Funtabulous: a screaming magenta with violet pearl. (This reminds me of my eighties throw back lip gloss. Worn alone, it is just a hint of pretty color, but paired with a fuschia liner or lipstick and you are transformed to the days of neon brites and shoulder pads?. How could I resist?)
So if you are looking to add some dazzle to your everyday life, this product was designed for you. If you love gloss, you won't be disappointed.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
School's out for summer
Monday, June 22, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Finally, the answer to that age old question.
It's ramifications so profound,
It could completely change the way we view basic logic.
The answer, a definitive end to constant speculation.
This could make history!!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I have been out of an office atmosphere for a few months now, but I do know that most employers frown upon employees having their cell phone with them during business hours. Yet-employees do it anyway. Most of us unable to part from our ever important cellular device-the outside connection to our own little world. My children have had cell phones for a few years now and on days like today, I question whether or not I should continue to chide them for their dependency on text use.
Here's the thing, what if the other bank manager didn't have his/her cell phone at the time the robbery was taking place? The employee at the bank where the robbery was taking place made a conscious decision to alert the danger via text instead of using 911. Did she take a chance on whether or not the other manager would receive the important alert? I think not. This tells me that she knew that the other bank manager would be sure to receive the text and that help would be on the way. If I were a betting man I would bet the farm that if phone records were checked, they would confirm that these two employees had been engaging in a text conversation prior to the robbery. This is by no means an accusation of wrong doing, just a statement of fact that illustrates society's texual revolution.
Interestingly enough, ABC News reported last night, (unrelated to the bank heist), that over three trillion text messages were sent last year alone. The Senate is questioning the phone companies over their overwhelming profits on text messaging. Phone companies charge the user .20 cents to send or receive a text when it costs them 3/10ths of .1 cent to transmit the message. Phone companies are being accused of price gouging by the Senate. The fact is that 600 text messages use just 1 minute of cellular network time, yet we the users, are being charged quadruple for what seems to be our preferred communication of choice. This translates into a virtual gold mine for the cell phone companies.
In light of yesterday's events and the recent uprising in Iran, where people used text messages, mobile devices and outlets like Twitter to have their voices heard and successfully shared information about important issues, solidifies the fact I am going to keep my mouth shut and gratefully pay my own and my children's cell phone bills. My peace of mind is worth it's weight in the phone companies gold.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I'm ashamed to admit it (but if I can't confess to you people, who can I confess to) but I used "ugly" this weekend as an adjective to describe how someone looks, which immediately renders me the UGLY one. I can't even explain this one away, citing provocation or a nasty encounter, and now I am doomed. There was no scene. Nothing happened to embarrass or hurt anyone, I just stepped up on the "petty stoop" and stood up there for a while to see how it felt.
My daughter had a show on Friday night and the EX-Ass showed up with his new wife and mother-in-law in tow. I was selling refreshments and tickets, (the mothers of the performers all volunteer), and was one of the first people in the line of sight when walking in. My son was with me, selling refreshments, myself and another mother had ticket sales. At the time, I was helping Frack make change for a $20 when I heard the EX complaining about how I was supposed to reserve tickets for him and how "it figures" that I had not done so. The other mother asked me if I had reserved his tickets somewhere else because there was no envelope bearing his name, when I calmly explained that there was no need to reserve tickets for anyone as there were plenty of tickets availiable for purchase. It was then that I smugly smiled and looked up and saw her.
I had only seen his new wife once or twice, at a golf tournament when she was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses and in the car a few times when they have picked up my son. This was the first time I got a good look at her. God help me, you know what I was thinking. Now if we are going to talk about physical appearance, I need to be fair here and set the stage proplerly.
She's a cute package, from a distance (and as I said that's about the closest I ever got to her) She has a pretty blonde, Jenny McCarthy hair style, is in great physical shape and is seven years younger than I. But like most smoke an mirror shows, the smoke had cleared and I was able to get a good look for the first time, face to face.
Let's just say that the tanning booth she has been abusing, is doing the unsightly long blonde facial hair that covered her entire face not a bit of justice. Nor is the leathery appearance of her sun-burned skin that served to highlight her botched veneers (Mave, they looked sort of "black-ish" at the gum-line. why is that?) The look of intimidation on her face told me that my picture has been successfully painted as the Wicked Witch of the West by my EX-Ass, which was confirmed by her mother not ever making eye contact with me. They went into the theatre and I was left with that nasty adjective that I speak of today, running through my head. I am doomed to hell for even thinking it, let alone saying it, but I couldn't help but feel a certain sense of victory.
For a short time the "petty stoop" felt good, but today I feel like I am the only one who can be described as ugly.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Even stranger was throughout my dream, Thin Lizzy's, "The Boys Are Back In Town" was the running soundtrack and it seemed to be getting louder and louder, the more anxious I got. Somehow I lost my kids. We were all on go-karts, having a great time and when the ride was over my kids were nowhere to be found. Complete panic ensued, and I searched for what seemed like an eternity for them, confronted by one dirty, toothless, carnie freak after another and I knew I couldn't, and most certianly wouldn't leave without them. I woke before I found them, relieved to be safe at home.
What does this dream mean? This morning I did a little research on dreams about carnivals.
This is from the Predictions Dream Dictionary:
As settings for dreams, these are ambiguous places. It seems as though amusement parks often include elements that we consider to be the best and worst in life.
Carnivals also include a very wonderful or frightening collection of personalities. These personalities may intimidate us at times.
Sometimes the fright comes from a figure we love, such as a parent who doesn't really enjoy the carnival, but endures it for the children.
Eventually, the illusion of the idyllic family outing is transformed to an angry scene. Who are you with in the carnival and how do you experience the time there?
In what way are the rides metaphors for your life? In other words, how is your life like a rollercoaster, merry-go-round, or other central feature of the park?
The more I think about it the less I want to know.
Is it possible that this mom is having a hard time with the ducklings growing up?
Maybe I see the "carnies" as a metaphor for what is cruel in the world and my uncertianty about letting go. Who the hell knows why we dream what we dream, but I do know this:
This is one ride that I want to get the hell off of.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
This is clearly a scratch and perfectly acceptable public behavior for Kate Hudson. Upon close inspection the index finger is on the outer nostril and clearly relieving a topical irritation. No way this could be construed as a pick. Even her body language suggests a casual scratch, with no tension in her expression or her finger. No, there is clearly no motive for her finger to be in the vicinity of her nose except to graze. A scratch, no doubt.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I'm putting it out there for you all to decide. Please vote for the one you think is the best photograph on the poll on my sidebar and let's see which one wins because I have to get this sucker to the framer, today.
While we all agree that this is a great photo, we think this one is not as warm or appealing as Photo 1. This one would be great in an 8x10 framed for a table photo, but not in a big 11x17 wall portrait size. The girls think this one is too perfectly spaced, and does not show our personalities as much as Photo 1, but the boys like this one and think that visually this is a better photo. (Do men and women see spacial relations differently??)
This is the third option and it is the one that everyone looks at and says,"You know, I kinda like this one too." After much deliberation we (the girls) decided that this one was too "pose-y", with all of us lined up according to height, but again, it's a shot we keep coming back to. A great candidate for a 8x10 or a 5x7.
Thanks so much for helping us out. Please vote and let's see what happens.
We thought about having them all framed together in one big collage, then unanimously decided we wanted just one shot for a wall portrait. We will most likely frame the runners-up, in 8x10's and we will make an album for mom with the rest of the shots.
A few side notes-
14 year-old Frick took all the shots. Didn't she do a fabulous job??? Props to Frick!!
This was a ton of fun and I highly recommend doing it if you have a special occasion to mark.
It's amazing to me that we got the shots that we did. Since my brother, the one in the white golf shirt, is quite possibly the funniest human being on the planet, there were a whole bunch like this:
These are, for sure, our most favorite!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Justine is the first base coach for the Brockton Rox, an independent minor league baseball team based in Brockton, MA. Siegal, who joined the team last month, was a former pitcher and third baseman who is also married and the mother of an 11 year-old daughter. According to Brockton Rox bench coach, 50 year baseball veteran Ed Nottle, Sunday's Boston Herald reported him as saying, "People have to be given opportunities," he said. "No matter how this turns out, I think this is going to mean a lot to all the young girls out there. For that reason alone I am behind her."
It would also seem that not everyone thinks this is so cool. Some followers of The Rox have been pondering whether Siegal is a real baseball coach or if this is just a publicity stunt. Siegal was hired by Mike Veeck, part owner in the Rox team, who also owns minor shares in six other independent minor league teams. Veeck is the son of the late Bill Veeck, who at one time was the owner of the old St. Louis Browns. Bill Veeck was the architect of one of the most memorable publicity stunts in sports to date. In 1951, while running the St Louis Browns he signed a midget named Eddie Gaedel who went to bat against Detroit Tigers pitcher Bob Cain, drew a walk and then disappeared, never to be seen again.
The Boston Sunday Herald quoted Mike Veek, "She's an experiment," he admitted. "But some- body's gotta be first. That's all there is to it. It's an idea whose time has come." Siegal herself takes the skeptics criticism in stride.
"I certainly understand that it's unusual," she said. "But I consider it an honor to be a pioneer and a role model to both girls and boys."
Siegal played high school ball and summer league ball, but did not play college ball. She had one tryout with a now defunct professional women's baseball team called the Colorado Silver Bullets and told the Herald's Steve Buckley that she "blew out her arm during the tryout". Since then she has provided instruction for both male and female players and coached on an international level. While working on her Ph. D in sports psychology at Springfield College, she also worked as the assistant coach for the baseball team.
She met Veeck while speaking at a conference last summer and told him,"I want to work for you." Veek told her to send him her resume, which she did and he responded immediately. She told Veeck, "I know enough about baseball to coach and I needed a break."
As for the other coaches, they see Justine as they would any other rookie coach; one who needs to work hard and learn the job. Rox Manager Chris Carmucci reoprts to being skeptical about Siegal's contribution to the team, "The biggest thing for me was: would she be able to help us? And she has helped us." he said.
Publicity stunt or not, the move makes Brockton Rox baseball headlines and gives a deserving woman the chance to prove her worth in a male dominated arena. A bold move that may reverberate through the sport of baseball for years to come, but for now I will watch Justine as she takes her first steps into history. Mr. Veeck, thank you. I concur, it is a great idea whose time has come.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Thing is, it was My Guy, not me doing the "teaching". Now for the record, no one got spanked. In this day and age it's simply not an option and I, nor anyone else, has never hit my children in anger or otherwise, but for some reason Frack decided that he was going to test My Guy's limits. This was about DISRESPECT.
The back story is that Frack was disappointed, once again, by his (no good, lying) father and he decided to take it out on us. Long story short- said piece of shit, I mean, father, tells Frack that he cannot pick him up today, Friday-his weekend, because he has a "job interview" and that he had dinner plans with his wife Friday night, knowing full well that this is his weekend, so he would pick him up on Saturday. Frack was disappointed, once again. We have dealt with this before, and more recently, since Frack's dad got married. Since then his commitment to Frack has withered to almost nothing, he goes to almost NONE of his games, and refuses to take Frack to any of his sporting activities when he has him on the weekends, we have been quietly trying to help Frack deal with the disappointment. He is having none of it and continues to be embarrassed and defends his father. It. breaks. my. heart.
I must tell you that My Guy never speaks ill of Frack's dad in front of him (I, on the other hand, will let my frustration show occasionally). My Guy grew up without a father and is extremely sensitive to the issue. So much so, that I can safely say that through the disappointments, Frack and My Guy have become very close. My Guy is not his father, this is a fact he is also extremely sensitive to, but he and I have been the ones who try to pick up the pieces. My Guy has stepped in and taken Frack to all his games, does homework with him, plays catch ouside with him, takes him golfing regularly and is committed to providing for him all of the things needed to enrich his life for the past four years, by choice and out of love.
Last night, Frack decided he was pissed. With complete disrespect, he barked his responses to casual conversation with My Guy on the ride home from Lacrosse. My Guy said nothing, understanding Frack's predicament. He barked at me when I told him to take a shower and finish his homework, again we said nothing. The camel's back breaking straw came when My Guy and I and Frack were talking about our plans for this evening. We told him that since we already had plans to go to a Red Sox game, assuming he would be at his dad's, My Guy had arranged for my dad to take him to the Sox game also, my dad and Frack would be in different seats, but we would all go together.
Frack's response, "I'm not going. I don't want to. Can't I stay home alone?"
My Guy, "No, you can't stay home alone. Since when do you not want to go to a Sox game?"
Frack, "I just don't want to go."
My Guy, "Frack, it's already been arranged. Everybody re-arranged their plans so that you could come with us. What's bothering you?"
Then, I had to go and ruin what was a somewhat productive conversation.
Yup, I got pissed and threw my mother anger out there about how ungrateful he is, and that he never wants to do anything unless he chooses it.
Frack cracked, ran upstairs and slammed the door so hard the entire house shook. My Guy followed him, with me behind him saying, "let him stew in his own anger". When My Guy slammed the door even harder than Frack did, I was up at the top of the stairs in a Milli-second ready to pounce like a mother lion.
But I didn't.
I could hear My Guy saying to my son in a stern, loud voice, "We do everything for you whenever you need it, without question. We take you everywhere, give you what you need and put your needs first and I will not have you disrespect either of us like that ever again. Do you understand?" to which Frack replied, "Yes."
Then he was out of the room in an instant, before I had the chance to pounce, the entire exchange a total of 20 seconds. It took a good 15 minutes of everyone in neutral territory, to sort of soak this in, as My Guy had never put his foot down like that before and I was feeling guilty that I had probably been the catalyst of my son's crack.
My Guy and I left Frack alone and we talked for the next hour about everything. He was right. while it's easy to blame piece of shit father for everything, Frack knows that he has us. He knows we are here, always, unquestionably and we cannot allow him to be ungrateful for all the good things he has in his life. We both agreed that the entire exchange probably hurt us so much more than him and in the long run, he will be a better person for it. Someone had to draw the boundary line.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
It's every one's favorite: Look and Find!!
The rule are very simple, just look at the photo below and find the seven hidden items.
Since today's game is rated ED, for Extremely Difficult, I suggest you put on your game face and your thinking caps !!
OK peeps, let's get started!
Are you ready?? Just checking.
Oh yeah, and before I forget, winner gets total bragging rights and I know you want that, don't you???
OK, here we go: GOOD LUCK!!!
Find these seven HIDDEN items in the photo:
1. Marlboro Light Cigarette Butt
2. Marlboro Light Cigarette Butt
3. Marlboro Light Cigarette Butt
4. Marlboro Light Cigarette Butt
5. Marlboro Light Cigarette Butt
6. Marlboro Light Cigarette Butt
7.Marlboro Light Cigarette Butt
(notice the area around keys on the key board where only certain keys have been used and the area around the mouse. This computer had obviously been used recently)
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
The question is WHY? Herein lies the debate.
John and Kate welcomed sextuplets over 5 years ago and added to their two child family, making them a family of eight. "John and Kate Plus 8" was born and our voyeuristic TV viewing habits were satiated by viewing the daily lives of this family with eight children. As with every great story, there is a protagonist. Kate, is certainly the main character here. Her husband John and the kids; the bit players in this drama/reality TV show.
The transformation of Kate happened right before our eyes, proof that money and power changes people, and not always for the better. There is the money; which is reported that the Gosselin's receive close to $50K to $75K per episode. At 89 episodes to date, estimates say that's somewhere in the ballpark of 6 million. Nice ballpark. Then there's the freebies; plastic surgery,(tummy tuck for her), hair plugs, products, cars, homes and numerous staff. Put that all together and the world has created it's very own monster, a la Dr. Frankenstein.
I must admit that until last night, I had never watched one episode of their reality TV show. I have however, read plenty about the drama that surrounds John and Kate. WHY? Because I cannot escape it. It's in my morning newspaper, in my mail box every Friday and on my email at least twice a week. I'm talking about US Weekly Magazine. I recently started getting a subscription and in the two months I have received the magazine, (that's 8 issues) Kate has been on the cover of every. single. one. I get e-mail updates from US Weekly and they have all lead with a new titillating detail about Kate and John.
WHY? Is this a story about a hair cut that launched 70 million viewers? Or is this a classic example of "The Britney Factor", as we are watching a train wreck of a marriage implode right before our eyes. Tabloid reports speculate on John's extra-marital exploits with a young teacher and whether or not Kate's banging her handsome body guard. The public can't get enough. She has been accused of being a cold-hearted, bully who is hardly a mother, but extols her skills as a mother daily and John is painted as the lazy, hanger-on who is better with the kids, but visibly unhappy and unmotivated. Then there's the kids. Eight beautiful little souls who will bear the brunt of all this ridiculousness for the rest of their lives, all in the name of the all mighty dollar.
Sometimes I'm not sure if it's OK to invite the press into your life and then complain about the intrusion. One could argue that although the Gosselins have created an opportunity to support and raise their brood of eight fiscally responsibly, as young, attractive adults they have acted irresponsibly and created this tabloid fervor. Others may argue that Kate is a money hungry, evil monster who cares more about keeping her next tanning appointment than worrying about exploiting her kids for profit.
It's a tough debate as long as we keep watching and buying her books. I am sure that pictures of Kate or John with a member of the opposite sex are worth a small fortune on the paparazzi open market. One thing is for sure, this drama has certainly reached a fever pitch and if someone doesn't step in soon, we may be following a blueprint for a tabloid tragedy.
Too bad Jamie Spears is unavailiable.
Monday, June 1, 2009
My baby girl has the flu. Yup, she tested positive for the Influenza A flu yesterday. Funny thing is, she is absolutely fine.
She came home from a sleepover on Sat morning feeling sick. She had a temp of 102.7 and I went into panic overdrive. Her eyes were all red and glassy and she was not feeling good at all. I kept a vigil by her bedside, taking her temp every hour. As the morning progressed, the fever broke and stayed at around 100.3. I wasn't taking any chances. Last week, every elementary school in our town was closed for the entire week because of the percentage of kids out sick with flu-like symptoms. Every school except the high school; her school. Her brother tortured her regularly, as he had a week off and was living it up with his buddies daily. She took exception to his ribbing and quietly hoped for the high school to close.
Be careful what you wish for.
I kept in contact with her doctor by phone and she prescribed Tamiflu for her, which she started taking immediately. By Sunday morning she was fever free and feeling better. The doctor still wanted me to take her in, so that she could be tested for flu. I was almost positive it wasn't flu because she was already feeling better. Much to my surprise, it was the flu. Influenza A.
But was it SWINE???? The doctor told me that the state of MA is no longer testing for swine because of an overwhelming number of cases, and that the strain is a lot less vital than they originally thought. The treatment is the same for both Influenza and swine. The doctor said that chances are it probably is H1N1, because by this time, spring, flu is not usually prevalent.
She also told me that it is state mandated that the child must stay out of school for 7 full days from the start of the fever and that I must inform the school immediately of my daughter's diagnosis. AND...that all three of us in the home, me, My Guy and my son must begin a preventative course of Tamiflu for the next ten days.
Today my baby is better than good and BORED out of her mind. She has been symptom free for more than 24 hours and I can happily report that she is already driving me nuts. I feel like Carol Brady in that episode when the Brady kids all get sick at the same time and they keep ringing that little bell for food and medicine, but at our house she has no bell. What she has is far worse; a cell phone, and is not shy about using it for one trivial thing or another. And I am thanking God.
I will answer the calls for Gatorade, soup and whatever else she wants as long as she continues to be OK.
We will do our quarantine and be grateful for a mild case of Influenza A.
Whatever it is, I'm not questioning it.