Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
So it took me a minute, but "Where is Waldo?" in these pics?
Especially since the Pap's usually splash pics of the women violators all over the press. Proof that wardrobe malfunctions are a unisex phenomenon.
No wonder Don Draper is such a Mad Man...
This can't be good for the old sperm count.
Last time I heard his fiance, Jennifer Aniston's clock was ticking.
This one of Becks is blatant....so sue me.
Monday, July 29, 2013
Friday, July 26, 2013
This is what one would call a "Pirate Booty", although I'm not sure Captain Jack would be so proud.
Oh hey now! I don't think these lovelies got the memo about the 80's being over! They are definitely NOT bringing sexy baaack.
Cmon now, really? Isn't there an old saying, "No shirts, No shoes, No Service!"
This one is from the souped up Redneck vehicle files! All the luxury of a minivan with the convenience of a pickup. Redneck ingenuity at it's finest.
I got nothing to say here. Nothing. Except maybe WOW..
Now I am the first one to be extolling the virtues of a 15 minute at-home-mask, but this? This takes rollers in the hair at the store to a whole new level. And I'm quite sure that that mask there, left on for more than 20 minutes will certainly dry out her facial complexion.
Ok, so this dude may have been in a big hurry to get to Wally World for big savings so he forgot his wig, but dang if this dude doesn't have a pretty good cleavage in that there frock!
And finally...someone forgot their shopping list. This was obviously written by a man who knows what he wants. The "soft crap paper" is definitely a priority.
Happy Weekend Bloggers! May all the paper you come in contact with this weekend be soft.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Like my BFF texted to me just yesterday, "You my dear absolutely need a product intervention".
Ok, so I will wholeheartedly admit to being a hapless, hopeless product junkie. I do not discriminate either. I even like products that don't come from The Candy Bar, and I will spend money on them at RETAIL cost. Maybe my BFF was right.
Take for example this scenario:
My BFF and I were shopping after the brunch we shared on Sunday and we ventured into L'Occitane. They were having a sale so I, of course purchased three items. I purchased the product pictured here:
Without really looking ( which is very interesting) I pulled out the amazing scented "lotion" and applied it to my just showered body. The glorious scent of honey permeated the bathroom as I smoothed it on my arms. Immediately it turned white on my body, which was completely unexpected and slightly foreign for a body lotion. I contunued rubbing to the point where the white color disappeared; approximately 4-5 seconds later. "Strange consistency and a bit longer to rub in",I thought, but my smooth and supple skin scented with the most amazing honey scent made me soon forget the application.
On day two I was still surprised by the same application process, and the day-long, fresh scent of honey that surrounded me made me slightly obsessive over my new found body lotion. My skin looked great! It was hydrated and looked dewy. Still, the application haunted me. Was I doing something wrong? Last night I grabbed my glasses and picked up the bottle to read it for the first time. As you can see it was CLEARLY body wash not body lotion. That explained a lot!
I chuckled a bit, at myself, and quickly realized that I didn't care if it was lotion or wash. I'm thinking im still going to continue to use it the way that I have been. Maybe I am on to something here? It's creamy enough to fake me out, and I'm an expert!! I later did a bit of research on the line to see if there was a honey body lotion. The answer is there is not. There is a honey hand cream in a tube, but not quite the size one would need for an entire body daily. I think I will use it as a body wash first, then decide how I best would like to use the product.
Intervention indeed. Clearly I need a weekend at a spa rehab as my treatment.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
So I'm back here again...
This time it's very different and this time it's much harder. Frack has entered the age when all things pertaining to college must be addressed and Frack is slightly overwhelmed by it all. My son manifests his frustration in difficult ways which translate into a "I couldn't care less" attitude. But I know him and I know he does care. The easy thing for him, would be to take a "chips fall where they may" attitude, but I won't let him be lazy.
We are deep into the testing season and the recruiting season and Frack has some good options, but he has to work harder both on the course and off to realize his dreams. That's where Frack and I have a hard time communicating. Frack has decided that he just wants to have fun.
"It's summer mom. I just want to hang out with my friends." he says.
And before you say anything, yes he has a job. He works at a local restaurant 2-3 nights a week, which really cuts into his social time. A fact which he reminds me of everyday but cars don't run on air. Frack must work if he wants to drive his car. So we forge ahead and he reluctantly prepares his lists of schools and college applications. Some days he's full of motivation and excitement. The prospect of leaving mom and dad and having an entire world to himself is most appealing. But some days he's not the slightest bit concerned about deadlines and essays, and assures me he will take care of things in time. I realize that he needs to police himself, but his track record on that aint-a-so-good.
Oh the joys of the college process!
I worry and I wait and in the meantime I remind him that he has to be responsible to no avail. Then I pray to God to give me patience and strength.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
He walked right into my store!
That's right! That picture there is of me and the infamous Walking Man! The Walking Man and I got to spend the day together talking and shooting the breeze. He's over here in MA on some family buziness, and he gave me a call to arrange a visit. He decided to take the trip to my store and when he entered The Candy Bar, the big bear hug he gave me told me just about everything I needed to know about this most lovable character.
It was immediately like I had known him my whole life!
We spent the first few hours "shooting the shit" about life, God, relationships and family. I even solicited his sage advice about parenting and before I knew it we had devoured the better part of a very enjoyable afternoon. The Walking Man even got to meet my mom, dad and FRICK!!! And you should have seen her face as he bear hugged himself right into her heart.
He told me the story of how he got the name The Walking Man, and about his life before he came to reside in his beloved (I'm kidding) Detroit. I always love meeting up with my Blogger buddies, but this visit was extra-special, as The Walking Man is one of my most very favorites. It's always nice to be able to put a face to a blog, and his kind face and warm heart belies his tough looking exterior and his sometimes serious prose.
I consider myself very lucky to call him my friend. I miss him already!
Friday, July 19, 2013
It's Friday and you know that means its time for some fun! These kitt-ay's come to me via the Interwebs, where there are millions of furry faces with funny captions all over. There are crazy kitty's for just about any idea or occasion you can imagine, which tells me we's got too much time on our hands..
Again, not a cat person, but some of these made me LOL!
Have a great weekend bloggers! And try to have more than a few LOL moments..
Thursday, July 18, 2013
There are three moms. A Brunette, a Redhead, and a Blonde.
They were all talking one day and the brunette says "Oh my gosh y'all I went through my daughter's purse the other day to get some gum, and I found an ounce of weed. I cannot believe she smokes weed."
They comfort her, and the redhead says "Yeah, well I found a fake I. D. In my daughter's purse. I cannot believe she has one". So they all comfort her.
Then the blonde says "That's nothing. I found a condom in my daughter's purse. I just cannot believe she has a penis"
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Sorry about Friday and yesterday. I went to Nantucket with my peeps for "a little nonsense now and then, which is relished by the best of men." I just made it to the airport on Friday morning by the skin of my teeth and had limited access to Internet all weekend. Ahhh the life of a working woman.
While I was there, I heard the tragic news of Corey Monteith's passing at the age of 31. I immediately knew it had to be drugs and demons, although at this time that has not been confirmed. What else would take a young man so soon?
Why? What happened? And how will Glee ever be the same? Truth be told, I hardly watched this season because I work too damn much and my leisure time on the sofa usually ends up with me passed out cold within 5 mins. But I watched enough to fall madly in love with the show and Mr Monteith's character, Finn Hudson. What a tragedy. What a waste of a completely life of a young man who seemingly had the entertainment/career world by the kahunas.
So I have to ask, how does a TRAIN WRECK like Amanda Bynes stay alive while Corey is gone?
Don't get me wrong, I don't wish Amanda Bynes' death at all. On the contrary, I hope Amanda figures her problems out and regains her star status because I think she's a real talent. But you have to admit that her behavior lately is somewhat of a blueprint for deadly disaster. So how did Corey slip through the cracks? Sources report that Corey and Leah were madly in love and that he was cleaning up his act for good.
Terrible, terrible, terrible, which is what we should say when we loose someone so young too soon. There will truly be one less voice to warm our hearts this fall when the show that made him a superstar returns to TV.
And a lot less Glee.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
So My Guy and I went to a fabulous fundraiser last night, located in the town next to ours. We had a great time, and despite the heat and high humidity, the party was a success. The foundation that the evening benefited is an organization that inspires kids and we really believe in the great work that they are doing. So after we ate some fantastic food, drank some wine and listened and laughed at the entertainment and events of the evening (I won a pair of Hudson jeans in a raffle! So excited) My Guy and I began the short drive home.
We were driving down the darkened suburban windy roads, chatting about our fantastic evening, when our headlights revealed a car in the middle of the road, horizontally, the front end smashed into a pole with full front and side airbags deployed. The dark color of the car and the moonlight of the night were almost the perfect backdrop for the bright white airbags that outlined the driver of the car who was leaning on the driver side door with her head down.
My Guy immediately pulled over and got out as I reached for my cell phone to call 911. While I was explaining to the dispatcher the location of the accident, I could see the driver was standing, dazed and confused talking to my husband. She kept saying, "I have to go now. I need to find my cell phone and get home. I just want to go home." My Guy assured her that the blood streaming form her nose and forehead were not, "fine" as she kept repeating, and he said she could not drive her car in it's condition anyway. He asked her to please sit down and wait till the paramedics arrived.
She screamed at me, "NO, don't call the police. They are going to be SO mad at me," she said. "I need to go and find my friends." And with that, she began to cry. I almost felt bad for her. Like I had ratted her out or something, because we all knew that once she got some medical attention she was going to be in a bit of trouble.There was no doubt she had been drinking. As My Guy escorted us to a safe side of the road, I told her how lucky she was that she walked away with a few bumps and scrapes, but the poor thing kept repeating, "I just want to go home. Can I go home? Please don't call the cops."
She then walked over to the passenger side of the car, which was most definitely a point of impact judging by the huge dent in the rear door, and scurried around looking for her cell phone, which she found . She called her friend. She then handed the phone to My Guy and asked him to speak to her friend. It was then that the paramedics, fire truck and police arrived. They walked over to the driver, clearly the one in need because the white shirt she was wearing was bloodstained. The police asked us our names, and we explained that we were driving home and came upon this scene. The police officer, wrote our names down and told us we were free to leave, which we did, but I couldn't help but feel terrible for this stranger, who was scared and now alone with the paramedics.
I never even asked her name.
It really happened so fast, and she was so frightened that the "cops are going to be SO mad at me", that I felt like I had to almost agree with her. She was lucky, but was she? Had we not found her in the middle of the road, who knows what would have happened? My call to 911 was immediate. I wasn't even out of my car before I had placed the call and I think it was the right thing to do, so why do I feel like I did something wrong?
Even My Guy said on the ride home, maybe we should have driven her to the hospital ourselves, but we both know that was coming from a place of compassion. Maybe even because we have all been there, although we shouldn't be. I guess the real lesson for all of us is simple. It doesn't even need to be said at this point. It's really just a cautionary tale.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Was Beyonce flashing the "Illuminati" sign?
Who is the Illuminati you ask? My daughter tell me that the Illuminati are a secret group founded for only the "incredibly rich and powerful". And I say to her, "and you believe this crap?" But he Illuminati are not what today's post is about, sorry to disappoint. That's a post for another day. The term Illuminati comes from the Greek Illuminatus which means "enlightened", and while I'm sure Beyonce is enlightened about many things, the Illuminati I speak of today refers to a powerful glow...to one's skin.
Summer is the best season to apply a sexy, ILLUMINATING glow onto sun kissed skin, and there are several ways to showcase one's luminous, powerful glow.
Hello gorgeous! The Celestial Powder in Candlelight by Kevyn Aucoin is a must have in any woman's makeup bag. Great for all 365 days a year, Candlelight really revs up summer cheeks and eyes with a finely milled powder that will not look dry and will give you just right amount of radiance. Where to apply exactly?
Just to the tops of the cheekbones, before your blush, and to the area under the eye to diffuse the look of fine lines and wrinkles. Apply lightly between the two eyes, above the brow and down the bridge of the nose. A powder like this can also be applied to the decollete.
So Iluminati men, be warned...
The beauty of a well placed illuminator on any woman just may leave him utterly powerless!