My Best Friend's Birthday

How many birthday's have we celebrated since we've known each other? More than we'd care to admit.
Friends through it all, you and me, like two pieces of a puzzle that are the perfect fit.

Growing up together, how I remember long days of fun and adventure. We we never far from each other, neither one wanting our time to end if a guess, I had to venture.

Elementary school was a life full of dreams, junk food, and sleepover parties. We told ghost stories and did makeovers and considered ourselves the ultimate smarties!

High School was harder, you were older and  socially trying to make your way. So I stayed in your shadows and understood; a younger best friend needed to stay out of the fray.

Then college came, and we parted ways and made lots of  new friends. No longer down the street, we lost touch but inside our hearts knew this was not to be the end.

You moved.
I got married.
We didn't talk for years.

Yet the second we found each other again we laughed through the tears.

Our second act, as they say, has been quite a ride! Together we've loved and we've lost and we've marveled at accomplishments with pride. This time distance wasn't an issue, as you occupied both coasts.  I'll always be there, you know, you are my family and family is what matters the most.

So you're stuck with me San, and that's not so bad because to me, you are the best friend a girl ever had.
Happy Birthday to my BFF, here's to many, many more, and to the memories we will make and to what ever else our lives together have in store.....

I love ya!

A Dandy Merry Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Dandy, every creature was stirring, most especially Candy. The stockings were hung and the mantle was complete and the tree was all glistening and the dogs, hustling treats.

The children weren't snuggled all cozy in bed, they were downstairs playing L-R-C with Jenna and Fred.
And Candy in Lanvin, Her Guy dressed in Versace, they had decided that this year they would dance and sing mariachi. So they invited the Trio, some family and friends and a party was held until the sun put it to an end.

When over at the table there arose such a clatter Candy sprang from her Louboutin's to see what was the matter. It was Frick and Frack, and a disagreement had sprung, between Left and Right no one knew who had won.  There was money to be had and they sat in despair, until they agreed that a donation to the Red Cross would only be fair.

The smiles on the faces of family and guest gave way for them both to know that they both had decided for the best. It wasn't about money or things or winning, this year was about love and about sacrifice and giving. Happiness and joy were both important and needed and Candy and her family were rich in both and could afford to concede it.

This year had been challenging, to say the least, what with Frick leaving the nest but staying in the East. Frick was in New York and was Frack learning to drive, and slowly they all learned that they would certainly survive. Then The Candy Bar came, the biggest challenge of all and for Candy she learned that she too, could stand tall. For her family chipped in and everybody had a job and when it was done and they opened, the entire group began to sob. They did it together! and Candy wouldn't have had it any other way, because it was a labor of love at the end of the day.

For Candy, she felt like her dreams had come true, and she whistled and shouted and called out her crew,
"To the top of the stairs, to the top of the hall, now dream and achieve and work hard for it all!"

She was so thankful and she knew that she was fortunate and blessed, but there were others this Christmas who were suffering and distressed. So she prayed to St. Nick, to God and to anyone else, "Please ease their suffering and bring peace to their hearts."

And I heard Candy exclaim as she climbed the stairs and out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all and to all a great night."

Merry Christmas

He's coming, you know, my good friend in red.
All dressed in his finest, from the top of his head.
At Christmas time I get giddy with happiness and cheer.
But really, it could be from all the eggnog and beer.

So we'll invite him to come, to join in our joy.
Knowing full well that he's busy, he gotta bust out the toys.
But to me Santa just isn't a legend in red.
He's a spirit, a hero and a saint, in my head.

As I harness that feeling when I think of the old boy,
I'll try to remember that this weekend's about joy.
It's not about toys and it's not about things.
It's about family and love and about spreading your wings.

Merry Christmas bloggers, may you all experience great love.
My wish for you is for blessings, that come from above.
But can Santa do that? Can he even try?
Well, for sure he's a myth, which means we'll never know why.

May your holiday be wondrous and your heart filled with glee.
And may Santa bring you peace, all wrapped up under your tree.


A very merry Christmas to you and yours from Candy's Daily Dandy.

Happy Easter...A Really Bad Poem

I wish for you joy and peace on Easter Sunday.
Enjoy, because soon enough it will be back to work on Monday.
Let's color eggs and stuff big baskets.
And could you tell me what the heck is "a tisket, a tasket"?

I hope your hunny gives you a chocolate bunny,
and inside stuffs some serious ca$h money.
Peeps are yummy, sticky and super fattening.
I hope the rise in sugar does not cause any "heart attack-ening".

Forget the calories, sugar, and fat
because Easter candy is where it's at.
Who care's if the kids get pissed when you eat thier stuff.
Screw em'! Those spoiled brats, they get enough.

In the end, let's be thankful to enjoy the day with family and friends handy.

To you and yours, a very Happy Easter from Candy's Daily Dandy.

Im F*cked!

"No more pencils

No more books

No more teacher's dirty looks

School's out forever
School's out for summer

School's out with fever

School's out completely"

From Alice Cooper's , "School's out for the Summer "

Today's the day! Yahoo, my kids will say.

Sleeping late and being lazy.

Oh my goodness! Let's drive mom crazy.

Mom, I ain't reading. Mom, I ain't writing.

Mom, in this summer break, I am delighting.

Would you look away from my mess on the floor?

I'm on vacation, and could you please shut my door?

The freedom is limitless, the possibilities, no end.

Mom, can you spare a few 20's to spend?

A job, this summer? Surely, you jest.

For it's your money spending, that I do the best.

Drive me here, then pick me up too.

And make it snappy, cuz I got things to do.

Yes, mom I'll read and write this summer, on that you can rely.

Texting meets all those requirements, so I'll keep a steady supply.

Can I go to the beach?

I'm going to the mall.

We are just at Dana's house.

Do I really have to call?

Golf is life, so get me to the course on time.

Drop me off here, mom really, I'm fine.

I'll spend the day getting my game on track,

then I'll call you when I'm done...(Now get off my back).

Empty coke cans litter the once clean family room.

Dirty dishes in the sink and the cups, they are strewn.

Filthy socks on the floor, next to towels still wet.

Yes, mom I'll pick it up, but I haven't just yet.

The mall, some cash, eighteen holes and a cart.

The fleecing of mom and her guy, we've got down to an art.

Enjoying the freedom, just being a kid.

How can we blame them? It's just what we did.

I don't begrudge them the freedom. I'm glad they, from school, have a break.

I'm just kind of worried about how much of them I can take.

"I want to be lazy" they exlaimed, citing the hard work in school which they said really sucked.

So you can see, like I said, Holy s*it, now I'm f*ucked!

Ode To The Snooze Button

Mr Snooze Button, my friend, how have you been?

I'm relieved that you're back, for you allow me

to stay in the deep slumber I'm in.

It's still dark and I fear I'm not ready to rise,

still you warn me of the dawn of the opening of my eyes.

You keep watch over me and give me more time.

So I ask you, is another 9 minutes that much of a crime?

See, it's my internal clock, not me, that's all messed up inside,

And between the kids and the dogs, I've got no where to hide.

You feel my pain and you've got my back,

"Work with me," you say. "and I'll keep you on track."

Lazy mornings of late, are our secret; yours and mine.

And you never do judge, stating our arrangement is fine.

So what if I use you much more than I should?

I'd do the same for you Mr. Snooze, you know, if I could.

You're loyal and punctual and I like that in a friend.
You don't rush me, you nudge me and you never pretend.
So I thank you for giving me total waking satisfaction.
It's much nicer, than say, a jump out-of bed kind of reaction.

To you, I give credit for a pleasant transition into my day.
I can start out stress-free, though it never seems to end that way.
Take care, till tomorrow when begin our morning dance,
for as long as you're there, I've got more than a fighting chance.