Wednesday, October 12, 2011

What A Twat

So I got a Twitter virus yesterday from Knucklehead. I'm sure it's not his fault, but who knew you could get a virus from Twitter?

Now I gotta worry about Tweeting viruses?? Cut it out.

It was all very cunning too. I got a notification the other day saying that my blogger buddy, Knucklehead, had tweeted some "bad stuff about you" here (web address). So, since it was the week of Jet/Pats, I'm thinking Knucklehead, a bleedin, stinking Jets sympathiser, was trash talkin My Tommy and the boys. I clicked onto it but couldn't open it, so I just left it and went on about my business.

Yesterday, I was reading some emails and I saw the notification again and I decided it was time to find out what this was all about. When I clicked the link on my computer, I saw a warning that said it could be from an "unprotected source". Since it was from someone I knew, I ignored the warning and clicked the link.

Big mistake. I still couldn't open it and it gave me some bullsh*t about how Twitter was having some issues. I, again, left the site and again went about my business. About five minutes later, my iphone started to blow up. Ping after ping of text notifications kept coming and wouldn't you know I was working with a client at the time.
"Is that your phone?" my client asked.
"Yes, it is. Excuse me for a second," I said, thinking it was one of my kids with something urgent.

It was my nephew, my other nephew, Zibsy, and a whole cadre of my Twitter followers, (I don't have very many), asking me to re-send the Tweet or asking if I had a virus. Then poor Sybil left a comment here that my Twitter account was sending her crap all day too. I spread a deadly virus unknowingly. It was news to me but evidently not to them as my nephews knew right away it was a virus hacking into my account.


MY NEPHEW: Did you mean to send me the Twitter message bout a bad blog about me or is it a virus.


CANDY: Ooooh, bad twitter virus


MY NEPHEW: That's a good one a lot of people will be dumb enough to click that lol




Ha ha, yeah, I was one of them DUMB people.

Later, I was able to log onto to Twitter and Tweet that I had a virus and that I was so sorry. Again, Who knew? Not me. I hardly use my Twitter as it's mainly for The Candy Bar.

Bottom line, I'm super sorry I'm a SUCKER and I hacked your accounts, unknowingly.

I'm sure Knucklehead's sorry too.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

You Get What You Pay For



I learned my lesson but good this weekend. When it comes to razors, the old adage is true; you get what you pay for.


Frick asked me to get her some razors, so being the stellar mother that I am, I bought her the cheapest, bagged up by three's, pastel colored, piece of shit disposable razors I could find. You know, the kind you would buy because you think that $12-15 dollars is too much to spend on a razor for you teen aged daughter. I figured, what the heck, she's just shaving her legs, and I remember having those razors in my high school gym bag when I was her age.


What I forgot was that when I was her age, we didn't have better disposable razor options like we do today. I was under the impression that a razor is a razor any way you slice your fricken skin when you are shaving. I somehow forgot that razor companies were built on quality so much so that they now own major sports stadiums in cities where 3 time Super Bowl champions play and sexy MVP quarterbacks showcase their superior skills. How could I have forgotten?


You see, Frick is waaay to smart for me. She immediately poo-poohed the cheap razors I bought her and went straight into my bathroom and took my Gillette Venus razor. (a razor so important that it's ad campaign is built around the goddess that is JLo)


I thought, "whatever" and happily took the cheapy, pretty razors up to my shower. No big whoop, I decided, a razor is a razor.


Herin lies my problem. I was DEAD wrong.


Now, shame on me cuz this ain't my first time at the "shaving" rodeo. I've been shaving this body for over 30 years, and yes it hasn't always been a cake walk. Somewhere along the way I must have learned this lesson and I guess that's why I have the Venus razor, but I must have forgot. Armed with my new razors I took to the showers.


First try, I nicked BOTH my arm pits, (and that fricken hurts) and one ankle.

Next day, I re-injured the arm pit scab, and I won't even tell you what other parts of my body now have nicks and cuts. (Holy crap! that hurts)


Ooooh nooooo, I learned my lesson here. Never again will I buy cheap razors to shave my tender, sensitive skin. Never. If it's the last $20 bucks in my wallet, it's going to a quality razor because now I know better. The new dog, Frick, taught the old dog, mom, new tricks, and she was right.


You get what you pay for in the razor department and I've got the nicks and cuts to prove it.


Friday, October 7, 2011

Friday Finish Line

Oh hell yes!
It's Friday bloggers and I couldn't be more ready for a long weekend. The weather around here has been dreamy; cool mornings and sultry, mild, summery afternoons. It looks like we are headed for more of this for the weekend, so I am ready to kick back and enjoy. Things I'm planning on doing:



  • It's time for the fall mums in the pots. The summer flowers are still kicking, but they have seen better days. The time has come to remove them and replace them with pumpkins and mums, a sure sign that fall has arrived.



  • This is fire pit weather. Spiced cider and a few cocktails, good friends and family by the fire. Looking forward to that.



  • Going to see Moneyball this weekend. Not only did My Guy read the book but throughout our courtship, he would tell me bits and pieces of this legendary story. ALSO, my bestest friend saw it and said, "Brad Pitt: Distractingly good looking". I could stand two hours of that.



  • Gotta tie up some loose end Frick college stuff. So far, we are right on target.



  • I think I'll make spaghetti and meatballs. It's my signature dish and I have been told that I should bottle my recipe. Heff, what you cooking/grilling this weekend? I miss your "Iron Heff" series.



  • Pats/Jets: Am I nuts for giving up my ticket? Seriously, I just want to stay home and watch it with my family. Although I'm beginning to question my decision now that it's going to be in the 80's on Sunday, I'm sure one of my nephews will be the beneficiary of my season ticket. Pats should win if My Tommy is on.


So enjoy your weekend with your family bloggers!

Around here, we are thinking of it as summer's last stand. I may be able to pull out the shorts for a few more days which means I might need a little boost from some self tanner....

Thursday, October 6, 2011

The Marketing Of Me

Sometimes I'm such a contradiction that I don't even recognize myself. I mean, almost everyday I come here, to a web address that bears my name, and write about the stuff that concerns me. Then I get dressed and I go to my little shop that bears my name and sell makeup, skincare and my expertise. But, I'll be the first one to tell you that I don't really love the spotlight, yet I've got your attention when I make that announcement. I very rarely post pictures of myself on this blog, preferring to stay somewhat anonymous, yet I lift the self-imposed picture moratorium occasionally for when it suits my purposes.

See what I mean?

I am currently in the process of deciding on a "ad campaign" of sorts for my store, (don't get the wrong idea, it's just a new, small ad in a local, glossy magazine) and a friend sent me a web site of a woman who is a makeup artist with a name very similar to mine. She pointed out that this beautiful woman uses the Internet and her own image to promote her business. She started by making YouTube tutorials on how to apply makeup looks and she currently has hundreds of thousands of followers. She is now working for the Fashion News Network and is becoming very well know. My friend's point?

Look at how she markets her own image.
Look at how her image attracts followers.
Think about it for your store and your product.

So I got to thinking, should I re-brand my store with my image? Isn't that a little "haaaayyy look at me", or is it time to drop the fear of rejection and try something new? I named the store after myself, so why not utilize my image to market it? But what if the haters have a field day with this one.

The interesting thing here is, if someone came to me and asked me to style a photo shoot for someone else's ad campaign; do their makeup and style their look and the shoot accordingly, I would jump at the chance. In fact, I would welcome the opportunity even excel and make it fabulous. It's what I do everyday and I'm good at it. It's what I live for.

So the question begs, why can't I do it for myself? Why can't I market me?

The budget does not call for me to hire someone else. As I said, it's a small ad for a local, glossy, coffee table like magazine, but I have my peeps and I know we can do this. I just need to put my fear aside. As much as I talk a big game, truth be told I'm really quite shy when it comes down to "going for it", and my friend failed to point out that I am a heck of a lot older than this makeup artist blogger extraordinaire.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained right? And really, how long do those coffee table magazines really stay on people's coffee table's anyway?

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

What The F?

Last night's episode, entitled "Asian F" left me thinking, "what the F is wrong with what used to be the best show on television?".

Mike Chang and his dad are in Principal Figgins office because Mike's dad is concerned over Mike's A-, an Asian F, on his chemistry test. He demands Mike be drug tested and insists that he is on fast track to academic ruin. He wants him to quit the Glee club and all other extra curricular activities, including his girlfriend, and focus on his studies.

When Mercedes new boyfriend Marcus spies her hugging Rachel in the cafeteria, he questions why she would hug her rival for the female lead in the school play right before the audition. He tells her to believe in herself because he believes she is better than Rachel and something inside Mercedes changes. She pulls out the Diva within her and nails her audition with a wonderful rendition of "Spotlight". A more serious Mercedes impresses Coach Bieste, Emma and Artie.

Will finds a stash of bridal magazines in the pantry and confronts Emma. He agrees that, yes, they are possibly headed for marriage, so he wants to know why has he not met her parents? Emma wants to avoid the topic completely and tells Will, her parents are dead. "They're ghost parents," she replies when Will explains that she was just on the phone with them the night before.

While Mike continues to be conflicted over his father's disappointment in him, Tina is the opposite. She encourages him to audition for "Riff", the second male-lead, a role that is more than just dancing and tells him to be honest with his father about his love of the performing arts. Mike ends up in the dance studio working out the demons in his head and decides to audition despite his father's strict protests. He performs, "Cool" from West Side Story with some help from the football team as backup dancers. This was a treat for all major theatre geeks like myself and a validation of the talent of this young cast.

Then there's Kurt. He confides in Rachel that while no one else has entered the race for class president, he believes he has the clear edge over Brittany. No one takes her seriously anyway. Santana and Brittany, trying to win votes, play the war of the sexes card and point out that the school presidency has been strictly male for years and look where it got them. "Oil spills, a recession, the war in Afghanistan," Brittany says. They then rally the female student body with a pep rally and sing "Run the World (Girls)". Kurt is shocked by the show of female camaraderie and this race is going to be a hot one.

And so here's where it gets good, so I think.

Beiste, Emma and Artie can't decide between Mercedes and Rachel in who to cast as "Maria", the female lead, so they have a " Ultimate Maria off" and give the ladies the same song to sing. "Out here on my own", from the musical Fame, sets the stage, but it's really Mercedes who sets the tone when she refuses a good luck hug from Rachel with a snarky, "hug me after I've landed the part."

Both ladies are stunning, and although Rachel decides that Mercedes was better than her, and that she will not land the part, the role is double cast for both Mercedes and Rachel. Mercedes asks if any other roles were double cast, to which the answer is no and Mercedes pulls the ultimate power play and declines the role. She confronts Rachel and forces her to admit that she was better than her. Citing the fact that she will not be part of "The Rachel Berry" show this year, Mercedes walks out on a lot more than the role. She pulls the diva act at Booty Camp and Mr. Shue isn't going to put up with it. Mercedes cops a serious tude, calls Shue out for always picking on her and trying to make her look like a fool, then pulls the ultimate diva move by telling Shue and the rest that she has out grown them. But this time Shue tells her if she walks out, she's out of Glee for good. Evidently Mercedes keeps going because the cast then performs a dream sequence from Dream Girls, "It's Over."

Haven't we been here before with Mercedes? I feel like the Diva act is getting old and just when I think they will take an episode or two to kiss and make up, Mercedes walks into Shelby's choir room and joins the other glee club. "You're going to need some star power," she tells Shelby and I'm left wondering where this will go.

Emma comes home to find Will with both her parents awaiting her arrival for dinner. Emma has a mini meltdown when her mom somewhat lovingly refers to Emma as her little "Freaky Deeky" and she admits to Will that she is embarrassed by them. "Ginger Supremacists", is how Emma describes them and they admit to living a lifestyle that will further the future of redheads as a "species". When they criticise Emma's compulsive cleaning and her mother says she thinks it "weird", Will explodes and explains that if Will and Emma are blessed with a child, he wouldn't care what it looked like and that OCD needs to be treated with compassion not criticism.

Later Will tells Emma he was wrong for not getting why she didn't want him to meet her parents. Emma gets down on her knees to pray and Will, unsure of what to do, does the same in support of Emma. He sings, "Fix You" by Coldplay and during the song the cast list for West Side Story is revealed. No secrets there and I'm not sure if this dividing of the Glee clubs is a good thing.

One thing I do know? Last night's episode, while it furthered the plot lines for some characters, it was a sleeper at best. The music was uninspiring and sub par.

Where did all the magic go?

What the F?

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

We're Bringing Sexy Back

Happy Tuesday Bloggers!

So I was talking to a good friend of mine this morning and she was very depressed. I felt so bad for her but all I could do was lend her my moral support. Then I came here and saw this WallyWorld Freak in my reader, and I thought maybe there's hope for my friend, after all.

So I'm breaking my Freaky Friday tradition, and I've decided to dedicate this special Tuesday edition of our favorite freaks to my good friend. Cheer up babe. I promise you, it can't be this bad.

Today it's looking like WalMart is the place to bring sexy back.... and then leave it there, if you know what I'm sayin'.


"Tim had always considered himself a boob.....man."




If "the south will rise again", she ain't helping matters any. I'm thinking not much is going to rise after viewing this get up.




"Cheeky", is the phrase that comes to mind. She's must be picking up a package of a few things before her date.....




Umm, ummm....That's just how I like my men. Dead sexy, with just a peek of mystery.






No mystery here, that thong is definitely working overtime. Chances are pretty good she's going to have thong burn tonite.





And this is every woman's nightmare. I swear, we buy all kinds of new fangled, thinner, sleeker, more absorbent, and easier to hide panty liners. They even make liners for thongs, but no one bothered to tell girlfriend here. I would bet next month's rent that if she knew this picture was here, it would cause irreparable psychological damage. Poor thing.




So there you have it.I hope my friend feels a little better now.



Keep the faith baby!


Monday, October 3, 2011

Maybe I'm Not As Old As I Think

Sometimes I think age really is a state of mind. Most days, I like to think of myself as a young woman, and there are other days when I feel really old. None more so than after a night of partying and drinking.

My nephew got married this weekend and it was a family affair; a real cause for celebration and we ripped it up hard. I had a grand old time and drank champagne all night and sure enough I was feeling it the next morning. I spent the afternoon on the sofa eating hangover food, napping and watching football. I almost hated myself for being so fricken useless and almost resigned myself to the fact that I just don't bounce back like I used to.

Then I talked to some of the other, YOUNGER, members of my family and they all reported that they were wrecked for the day yesterday too. I'm not sure I hit it quite as hard as they did, but I kept up and you could say that we were part of the group of the few left standing. Heck, I wasn't that bad. I figured it was Sunday and if there was a day to take it easy this was the day. Yeah, I could have got up and ran some errands and cooked and cleaned yesterday, but I really didn't have to and I decided to give myself permission to chill and recover.

It was then that I realized that maybe I'm not as old as I think.

This was a great revelation!

Maybe I still got it, and maybe the youngsters could learn a thing or two from us older, more experienced family members.


And no matter how hard you hit it, and how old you are; it's simple, you play, you pay.

The difference? Now my bank account is a lot bigger.