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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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 .......