All Growed Up

Frick is leaving for Europe for 4 weeks today.

My baby girl is all growed up, sort of. 15 years old and touring 5 countries this summer. For her, life is good.

Me? I'm kind of a basket case.

No, really I'm fine, but she's my baby, you see, and I'm gonna miss her terribly.

We are driving to JFK in New York today to send them off. Frick and her best friend will be together and I'm really happy for them. This is going to be such a great summer experience and we were all looking forward to this day.

But really, I'm fine....Now that the day is here.

It's not about me.

It's about her seeing the beauty of Europe, experiencing Picadilly Square and the Eiffel Tower and riding the Gondola's in Venice.

It's about checking out the cute European boys and experiencing European culture.

It's about making memories with her best friend and some new friends and about being a teen.

It's not like I'm wishing I could be there with her making those memories right along side her....keeping my eye on her 24-7. That's not what this trip is about. That's another trip for another day. This trip is about Frick becoming a young adult and making her own decisions. Keeping track of her own money, (there's an ap for that) and taking care of herself. Frick's the smart one, I know she'll be great.

Me?

No really, I'm fine.

I'll be a phone call away.

Or an email away.

Or a Facebook message away.

Or a plane ride away.

I'm fine, really.

Don't be ridiculous, I'll be good.

I'll just sit back and watch as my baby girl gets all growed up......

Who Died And Made You Judge Judy?

Lately my mom has been spewing forth "Judge Judy-isms" like they are common law. She watches the female curmudgeon regularly in the afternoon and has even watched the show together with my children. What cracks me up is that mom thinks that what Judge Judy says is law. Evidently more than a few people agree with my mom, because the Judge Judy show is the afternoon TV ratings leader. She has even beat the Queen of Daytime, Oprah in the ratings and since it's inception, the show been nominated for 13 Daytime Emmys.

So what makes this woman tick and who the hell does she think she is treating people the way that she does?

According to Wiki, Judith Sheindlin was a former family court judge with the reputation as one of the most outspoken court judges in the country. The domino effect of fame began for Judge Judy when she was featured in an article in the Los Angeles Times in February 1993. The article led to a feature on the TV show 60 Minutes and after the success of that appearance she was approached to host her now titled show; Judge Judy. During the 14 year tenure of the Judge Judy American court show, Judith Sheindlin has become the 13th richest woman in entertainment in our country, beating out celebs like Ellen Degeneres, Giselle Bunchden, Christina Aguilera and Cameron Diaz to name a few. She even has a star on the Hollywood Walk Of Fame.

I'm sure you've all seen and heard Judge Judy's tirade's on a plaintiff or defendant in her courtroom, as nobody can reduce a human being to a paltry commoner like Judge Judy. And don't you dare lie to her...the response to one she conceived to be lying, "You mess around with me young lady, I'll wipe the floor with you. We follow each other?" She's regularly throwing out some of her famous wisdom, my favorite being, "Beauty fades, dumb is forever." The message here is Judge Judy will whoop your ass iffin she thinks you a liar. Plain and simple.

As beloved for her strict no nonsense approach as she is, Judge Judy is not without critics. Surprisingly one of her most vocal critics is Judge Joseph Wapner who starred in the original American court show, The People's Court. Judge Wapner presided over cases for TV from 1981 to 1993. The two have previously waged a battle of words in the papers with he most recently saying, "She is a disgrace to the profession. She does things I don't think a judge should do. She tells people to shut up. She's rude. She's arrogant. She demeans people. If she does this on purpose, then that's even worse. Judges need to observe certain standards of conduct. She just doesn't do it and I resent that. The public is apt to gain the impression that this is how actual judges conduct themselves. It says 'judge' on the nameplate on the bench and she's wearing a robe."

Judge Judy's response to Wapner was, "I refuse to engage in similar mud slinging. I don't know where or by whom Judge Wapner was raised. But my parents taught me when you don't have something nice to say about someone, say nothing. Clearly, Judge Wapner was absent on the day that lesson was taught." Which is ironic...

Because Judy gets paid to do just that.
Maybe she should take her own advice. Or, maybe not.

Bits Of Wisdom

It's summer time which means I have left the house at an ungodly hour to get my son to his early tee time.

So I will leave you today with some wisdom spewed forth by celebrities.

Frivolous Friday

Overheard at dinner the other night:

"I'm not trying to make anyone envious,...but I can still fit into the earrings I wore in high school."

Falling Down The Rabbit Hole

These days this is what I look like leaving the house..
I just can't seem to get anywhere on time. I feel much like Mr. Rabbit here.

"So much to do, so little time. I'm late, I'm late, I'm late. "

I hate people who are late and I fear I am slowly becoming one of them. The later's, as I like to call them, generally fall into three categories:



1. Tardy's: This is my category and lately I am the poster child for this group. Tardy's show up chronically 5 to 8 minutes late for EVERYTHING. It's not really a big issue but it's just annoying enough to be labled with the reputation.



2. Later's: These people are always 30 to 50 minutes late. They are late for work, they are late for meetings, pickups, dinner's and just about everything else. I find that these people have a very unrealistic concept of time and they are chronically over committed. AND they will always come up with a doozy of a story about the 30,000,000 million pound Iguana that was blocking the driveway so they couldn't get out.

3. Whatever's: This group is very rare and repersents only about 1% of people who are late. These people are an hour to an hour and a half late. And they don't care. They waltz into a scheduled time over an hour late and act like nothing is wrong. This is the kind of person you have to lie to, and tell them the dinner reservation is at 6:30 when it's really at 7:30, and even then they show up late. I actually do have a friend that falls into this category. It's quite frustrating and I have curbed our social meetings because she just can't be trusted to show up on time.

All I can say is that I am working on it. I feel like being late suggests some sort of loss of control on the Later's part. That they can't quite get things together, and it puts them at a disadvantage right away. Being prompt shows maturity, capability, and professionalism. Being late simply sucks.

Say no to late.

I gotta go because now, this post is being posted late.

The Mother Of All Stories

C'mon....Really?

Straight out of BradyBunchden land.

Boston Herald Inside Track Diva's are reporting today that My Tommy and Giselle's super spawn, 6 month old Benjamin (he's sooooo cuuuutee) is, get this,.... potty trained!

It seems that Gi told some Brazilian web site that after reading a potty training book she has already trained little Ben to do his duty in the potty.

*INSERT CANNED LAUGHTER SOUND EFFECT HERE*

Now, any mother worth her Mom Union card knows that this is probably the most preposterous thing we, as a Union, have ever heard. Forget about the cognitive challenges this poses for a six month old, but there is a minor detail here that needs clearing up: Shouldn't the child be able to WALK first??

I fully understand that Ben is the child of My Tommy, athlete extraordinaire, super QB and a handsomeasthedayislong guy and Giselle, known by her first name supermodel, but PUH-LEESE.....are we expected to believe this child is the second coming; the chosen one?

Someone call Guinness Book...

Sayonara Sorellina

What do you do when you go out for a celebratory birthday dinner and you are treated to the WORST possible dining experience you have EVER had???

Unfortunately for my family and I, it happened to us last night. It was mom's birthday and we took her to, what used to be, her favorite restaurant, Sorellina in downtown Boston. Things fell apart quite quickly when we arrived at our table. There were 12 of us and we were seated at a long table, 6 on one side and 6 on the other. This was really no problem, as it was the only way the restaurant could accommodate a large party, but I ended up on one end of the table, my mom at the other. At times I felt like I wasn't even with celebrating with her.

The young waiter took our drink order, served us the drinks then proceeded to take our order for dinner. Being on the end of the table, My Guy and I were the last to place our order. As My guy was ordering, he asked the waiter if he could order a special appetizer, as is, but without the meat. He was swiftly told,"No, the chef will not change a special." My Guy then told him that the chef did, in fact, accommodate him on this request the last time we were there. He was flatly told, "No" again. So he proceeded to place his order. Sorellina is a very high-end restaurant that offers the diner several course selections. After My Guy ordered his appetizer, he ordered a pasta course and was about to move on to his main course when the waiter snapped the menu out of his hand, quickly. My Guy told him, "I'm not done ordering yet." to which the waiter apologized, and he completed his order. I sort of giggled and said to the waiter, "Are you in a hurry?". He laughed and answered, "no.."

This was all before 7:30 pm. Slowly during the next few hours the appetizers were served. Around 9:25, (no kidding) our dinners arrived, but everyone was having a good time, laughing and drinking. I should have known that things were going to come to a bad conclusion and quickly when the young waiter asked my brother-in-law and my brother, who were the only ones drinking mixed drinks "are either of you driving?" They had had 2 drinks each at that point, and we were as perplexed as they were. So at 9:25, when the dinners were served, everyone was served, EXCEPT My Guy. No one said a word to us so I asked the waiter where his dinner was to which he responded, "It's coming."

I waited at least 10 minutes with my untouched dinner sitting in front of me, until I brought the waiter over, told him how unacceptable it was to serve an entire table except one, and told them to take muymeal away and to bring it back when his dinner was ready. By this time, everyone at the table was just about finished with their dinners so my sister got up to complain to the manager. Her complaints were basically ignored. Now I began to fume. Not once during the 20 more minutes we waited for the dinner to arrive, did the manager come over to the table to inquire about the situation or apologize. By now I had lost my appetite. When the dinner did finally arrive, I curtly told them to take it away, that they had ruined my evening, and that I no longer wanted my dinner. The waiter replied, "why?" Already pissed, I raised my voice (uncharacteristically) and said, "Take it away, now!"

We left there no too long after that debacle, vowing NEVER to return, and rightly so. I felt terrible that I had let the restaurant's inadequacy ruin my mom's birthday celebration. I called her this morning to apologize for letting my temper get the best of me. She proceeded to tell me that it wasn't my fault. I then found out that the waiter had screwed up both her and my sister's orders on the other end of the table, and was just as unapologetic. She said it was the worst experience she had ever had at Sorellina, which she used to love, but would never return.

When a corporate chain decides that their customers comfort is of no importance to them, what is one left to do? I guess we will spend our money at restaurants where service and quality are important and where customer satisfaction matters.

Sayonara Sorellina. You blew it big time.

Bathroom Humor

Edge Designs is an all-women run company that designs interior office space. They had a recent opportunity to do an office project in NYC. The client allowed the women of this company a free hand in all design aspects.

The client was a company that was also run by all women execs.

The result? Well.....

And they say women don't have a sense of humor.

Guys, would you be struck by a little case of stage fright?

Thank You

Disappointed....yea.

But it was one HELL of a ride.

And along the way we saw some great basketball. Stuff of legends.

Thanks boys for taking us all the way, and hold your heads high. We almost had 'em.

Still, I'm as proud today as I was yesterday to call myself a fan.

Pissed And Proud

Maybe my brother was right about the alpha male thing after all because today, I'm pissed.

Somebody really pissed me off on Monday and would you believe I'm still stewing about it? The problem is, I am holding back what I would really like to say and do because I have signed a contract and paid this person a large sum of money to provide a service for me, so I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. At issue; money, of course.
I don't care for the way this person handles business and it has been a sticking point between us for quite some time. I thought I'd made myself clear, when I entered into this contract, I would be sticking to my plan, considering it was my money. This person agreed to stay on plan, then took my money and since has done nothing but butt heads with me and belittle me for working to stick to my plan.

But the real breaking point was on Monday. That person made a grave error. The crime committed was one my mother would describe as fatal. My mom would always say, "Don't ever make the mistake of taking my kindness for stupidity."
And that's exactly what happened.
Unfortunately for me, once you have gotten me to that point, there's no going back. You're dead to me, fired, I'll cut you off like a sales tag on a new pair of shoes, gone. And I'm at that point. How am I going to work with this person now?

Since the choice I have is to fore fit the money already paid or shut my mouth and continue on, I am taking my own advice and deleting the emotion from the equation. Now I'm running the show in a very professional and bottom line way and all of my dealings with this person will be of delegation and no negotiation. I will, however, make it quite clear there will be a zero tolerance policy in place for any opinions said person is to offer. I'm simply not interested. And I'm not sure it's gong to work out for me, anyway. I'm not sure I can continue to work with this person.

I have 10 days to decide.

Either way, it has been an expensive lesson.

Hump Day

Discuss........I think the man's a genius.

Alpha Male

So my brother and I are driving home from Frack's lacrosse game on Sunday; his son and my son in the back seat. We're having our usual back and forth, funny banter when we have a slight disagreement about some random fact. After a couple of simple, "no that's not right's." my brother says, "Calm down alpha male, You're doing way too much talking." And it hits me.

Am I the alpha male? My response to him, "whatever.." because I'm sure I was right about the random fact anyway. You know how one of you siblings or a family member says something to you or about you and it makes you think? Especially one that has the birth order edge over you. So I thought about it.

I have been a little on edge lately. Shit, I got a lot going on right now, but so does everyone. My Guy told me I seemed a little on edge lately, too. So why does this make me the alpha male? The alpha male is dominant. Am I dominant? (insert dominatrix joke here)

• I think all mothers have a somewhat dominant role within the home. Like the female lion, it is my job to feed my family and nurture them.
• I am a small business owner and employer and as such I assume a dominant role in my career. I have to take on a confident role in building my brand and creating a demand for my product or I will not survive.
• I work hard and I play hard, which is why I get mad hard. I live for the passion. Sometimes I'm like the Celtics Big Baby Davis; drooling, but I don't care.
• I have a short fuse,but I think I am learning, through owning my own business, to apply critical thinking to a problem instead of emotion. The results are always better.
• I have a lot going on at the moment and I'm trying to be all things to all people. If the dominant skills are helping to keep me on track, then so be it.

You know the more I think about it, the more I think my brother could be absolutely right! I could possibly be the alpha male...Moody, bossy, and in charge. Here I am juggling more than a few plates in the air and getting no appreciation from him. Thanks, man.

So in my best Alpha Male voice, I should have ended the entire discussion simply and told my brother to, " shut up and bring me my paper."

Irish Yoga

Research confirms that drinking gives you the same benefits yoga does !!!

Savasana Position of total relaxation.

Setu Bandha Sarvangasana. This position calms the brain and heals tired legs.

Marjayasana Position stimulates the midriff area and the spinal column.

Halasana Excellent for back pain and insomnia.

Dolphin. Excellent for the shoulder area, thorax, legs, and arms.

Salambhasana. Great exercise to stimulate the lumbar area, legs, and arms.

Ananda Balasana. This position is great for massaging the hip area.

Malasana. This position, for ankles and back muscles.

It looks as if some of these men are GREAT yoga masters.

Passion Play-ah

If you've been hanging around The Dandy long enough, you know that I love me some sports. Always have. It's a part of me I can't explain and I wouldn't want to. Just about the only thing I love more than sports are some BEANTOWN sports, as you all know I bleed Celtics green, Patriots blue and silver, Sox red and Bruins black and gold.

So believe me when I say there is nothing I like better than a big Boston win. It does my heart good and makes me feel happy all over. Not only was last night's win at home STUPENDOUS, but I saw something that gives me cause to love this Celtics team even MORE, if that's possible.

In order for you to understand the point I'm making, allow me to set the scene for you: The Celtics bench was truly inspiring last night, coming in late in the game and not only took the lead, they also put up 30 plus points on the board for the night. They played hard and fought hard and wore down their Laker opponents. Did you get that?? I said the Celtics BENCH...not the Big 4 starters. KG and Rondo were taking a much deserved rest on the sidelines while the boys were taking care of bizness....and nothing is better than taking care of bizness in your own house.

But what I saw last night was not about lay ups and field goals, and it was captured in this clip: 25 seconds of the passion of this player, which just about sums up the thrill of a job well done. What you can't see is that the boy is drooling, but he don't care. And neither do we. In fact we love him more for it! We love his PASSION!



Big Baby was quoted this morning saying, "Kids, all I can say is that when you are in the moment, you are in the moment. So if I slobber, spit, snot or whatever, sorry. I was in the moment."

It's moment's like that Celtics fans live for.

Little Miss Smarty Pants

So I read somewhere, that children can increase their IQ by one point if they watch Good Morning America. Of course, when I Googled it this morning I couldn't find any evidence of this fact, but I swear I read it and that's not really the point here this morning, anyway...

If this is to be true, I wondered what this says about me and my Intelligence Quotient?

I was raised on Gilligan's Island and by Mike and Carol Brady. If mom says don't play ball in the house, you don't play ball in the house. We were the TV generation, the first to really experience the benefits of syndication. Growing up in the early seventies, we were still innocent enough to experience part of the culture of the sixties as a small child. Wholesome shows like Gilligan's Island and The Brady Bunch and The Monkees were syndication smash hits, airing during our prime TV viewing time. The hours from after school to the dinner hour.

So how did these shows, including some of my very best friends, Looney Tunes Cartoons, aid in developing my IQ?

Let's take the Brady's shall we? From Mike and Carol I learned about the taboo(at the time) inner workings of blended families, and how a mother and a father can love and parent a child not of their own until the lines between them are gone. Sibling rivalry? I learned that we all don't have to play nice all the time and that sometimes even a black wig wont hide your true identity. Consequences. Yes, we watched the Brady kids stumble through adolescence and be held responsible. Mike and Carol had some seriously therapeutic talks with the kids in Mike's drafting den. All the while being groovy...I also learned that moms could be milf's and dad's could wear the latest fashions and look good.

Then there's Gilligan. The Skipper too. Coconut cream pie never looked so good and the ingenuity of a group of castaways that made their life bearable on the island they called home. From Gilligan's Island I learned that the class system exists within a deserted island. That Thurston and Lovey were catered to mostly because they had a bag stuffed with useless cash with them. I learned that Hollywood beauty can be achieved anywhere and that designer couture fashions can last for years and still look good. I also know that if I ever take a chartered boat anywhere remote, I'm taking an MIT professor with me and not some daft ship hand.

From Looney tunes, I learned that Monster's can be so very interesting and to make sure to excuse myself when moving through a row in a movie theatre. I learned that beach babe's don't like scrawny little men, they like big strong men and to stay away from any package marked ACME. I learned not to mess with any sweet little parakeet's named Tweety and that Bugs will always live to see another day because even though he's constantly being hunted, he's smarter than your average rabbit. Savvy and smart equals survival.

As I look back at these things, I think about the mature content of the messages I received as a child and how I translated them into my intelligence.

Despite it all, I think I still turned out alright.

Don't Stop Believing In Glee

OK, so, "Bohemian Rapsody" was so much better than "Don't Stop Believing"..... as a matter of fact, it might have been the best thing I have seen all season...I said might.

But let's not forget the Journey we took to get here. We never stopped believing in Glee. They sung their way into our hearts and left their mark on us and we believed. They took on Madonna and Gaga and still we believed. We watched Sue Sylvester scheme and blackmail to ruin the Glee club and we watched this group of misfits become popular. If only for a moment.

The kids knew they were doomed when Sue Sylvester was named as one of the judges of the Regional competition, so Shue went to Emma for some "guidance". She inspired him, but not before crushing him with the news of her "seeing someone" She informed Shue that she has been dating her dentist. Shue went back to basics and started with the club where they began, along the Journey. Inspired by their breakout hit, the New Directions took the Regionals by storm with their compilation of Journey hits. In a touching moment, just before they take the Regional stage, Finn tells Rachel he loves her. They belt out "Faithfully" for the crowd, and the goose bumps down my spine are only calmed by the mash up of, "Any Way You Want It" and "Lovin, Touchin, Squeezin." We then get what I know I have been waiting for all season, a new version of "Don't Stop Believing".

But I knew they weren't going to win. It was too early in the show for the New Directions to show all their cards. Lucky for us, this episode was not about winning. It was all about the Journey and they spun it beautifully. Quinn's mom shows up after 9 months of being MIA, and Quinn's water breaks. The entire Glee club rushes her to the hospital and Quinn takes Mercedes, Puck and her mother into the delivery room. We then are witness to a mash up of the delivery of Quinn's baby alongside the rhapsody of Vocal Adrenaline's, "Bohemian Rhapsody".

Rachel, who did not got to the hospital, decides that she needs more rejection from her birth mother, Shelby, so she goes to her and asks her to come teach at McKinley. What she is really asking is for her to come and teach her. Shelby tells her that she wants more and that she missed out on a life with Rachel, so she needs to find one for herself. Shelby is blind if she can't see how she is missing out on a life with this Rachel, in the here and now, but she somehow ends up turning the information Rachel gives her about the birth of Quinn's baby into her adoption of Beth. When Shelby showed up at the hospital and talked to Quinn and Puck, I thought she was going to talk them into keeping her, and about her own experience of how she missed out most of Rachel's life. But she didn't. Shelby is then seen adopting baby Beth.

The judges for the competition were celebrity Judges, Olivia Newton-John, Josh Groban, and that Rod-news-anchor-guy that broke Sue's heart in the beginning of the season. O-New-Jo, takes a turn as a meanie, and sorry, but it just didn't fit. She rips up New Directions and dubs them un-inspiring and poor, and then compares them to Sue. The group then discussed the fact that Sue is just a poor man's celebrity, she's nothing but a cheer leading coach from Ohio. But every once in a while,(and we have seen this before this season) Sue Sylvester, the Educator rears her head, and Sue defends the Glee Club kids and you know that underneath the track suit, there is a heart. You also know that she is going to vote for the New Directions to win.

And unpredictably, they don't win. Vocal Adrenaline wins, and New Directions don't even place. Dejected and sad, knowing their season is over, they return home without a future. Emma and Figgins have a shouting match and Shue curiously goes over to find out what all the fuss is about. Emma is livid that the Glee club is history and she tells Shue that he must fight for the kids. Shue asks her if this is just about the kids, and them he tells her he loves her and that they are not done, and he seals it with a kiss. Rachel then interrupts and asks Shue to come to the auditorium where Shue is serenaded by the kids with "To Sir with Love". Tears are shed by all. The kids tell him they really won, because they were part of something special.

And who was in the back of the auditorium with a tear streaming down her cheek? You guessed it, Sue-the Tin Man-Sylvester, fresh from her visit with the Wizard of McKinnley. She tells Shue life would be boring if she couldn't raz Shue about his hair and scheme ways to better the Glee club every day. She had blackmailed Figgy into one more year for Glee club and when Shue tells the kids, they are estatic. Then Shue and Puck sing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" the Israel Kamakawiwo'ole version complete with the ukulele.

I clapped.

Because even though the finale was not perfect, and they story lines weren't all tied up in a neat bow, I believe in the Journey.

I read all the reviews and comments about how Glee didn't really capture the glory of the first season. I still believed.

I know that there are those who think that even though, technically, this was still the first season, Glee has already lost it's lustre. I won't stop believing.

And I'll be back here in September ready for the next phase of this show I have come to love.

Because if this show has taught us anything it's that a true Gleek Never Stops Believing.

The World's Most Bankable Douchebag

Yup, he's a douchebag alright, but one may argue that he's the world's most bankable douchebag.

Cruise does dumb things, yet he remains relavant.




But he's a bonafide super star douchebag in his own right..... and you can't deny him.

Who could forget???

Then there's the whole:

You can't handle the truth...

And my all time favorite, "Showin' me the money"...

Love him or hate him, the guy is box office bank. I saw a preview for the new Tom Cruise Cameron Diaz movie Night and Day, and it looks like Cruise at his crazy, action finest.

Now someone get Les Grossman on the phone to set up a meeting with Cruise's people.

A Dash Of This; A Pinch Of That

A few random ingredients from the recipe of my brain:

• The Celtics Ray Allen broke an NBA playoff record for three point field goals last night. Dude was smoking hot from outside.

• I heard a juicy tidbit of gossip; a forty year old I know is preggers with twins and she's not married.I guess her family finds this scandalous but I think this is great news because I figure that at forty, if she wasn't taking precautions she quietly wanted this.
  
  
• Is Kate Gosselin is on the cover of People Mag AGAIN??? Seriously, I think the world's gone crazy.
  
  
• What's the over/under on Real Housewives New York's Jill and Bethany making up?
  
  
• Pau Gasol of the Lakers is one UGLY mother.
  
  
• I think God should intervene in the oil spill.
  
  
• Lately there aren't enough hours in the day to do what I need to do. While I know that this happens to everyone, I have been letting it stress me out.
  
• I saw "Get him to the Greek" this weekend. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good. Diddy surprisingly stole the show, but I can't say I would
  recommend it.
  
• Celebrities make shitty basketball fans.
  
• Something tells me that the new Adam Sandler, David Spade, Kevin James, Chris Rock, etc. movie is going to suck really bad. Why else would they be pimping it out at every chance during the NBA finals?

• Will any movie ever top "Forty Year Old Virgin"?

• I just read an article that said Bernie Madoff is a hero and a celebrity among the prison population. Sounds about right; the King of Crooks is right where he belongs.

• Even though Tom Cruise is the biggest douche bag in the Universe, the fact that he A. Played this role in a major motion picture. and B. Reprised it on the MTV Music Awards last night, kinda make me want to give him a pass on the douche bag thing.
  
  

Tell me that was not the greatest thing ever!

Team Of Me

So I just joined Facebook and Twitter, for business purposes, not personal. What's funny is once a friend found out my page was me, a tsunami of people I know caught on and now a lot of my high school friends are now my Facebook friends and other people I know. Which is great! The more the merrier, I always say.

The issue here is that these entities, being business related, pose for me an interesting challenge. I really can't post pics of my kids and dogs and talk about the beach wedding I went to or the fantastic backyard barbecue I attended at Heff's house. (I wish..that would be fun!) In order to effectively generate whatever "presence" it is that these sites give a business, my posts need to be business related and somewhat memorable.

I am beginning to realize that just about everyone wants to follow you or be friends with you, not because of your witty repartee, but because it looks better to have more friends and followers than not. After a week or so of using/monitoring the traffic on these sites, I realized that the object here is observing the constant stream of posts and tweets, in succession. And we scroll down to see what catches the eye. We notice the people we care about and what they are doing. We notice a funny quote or saying, and we notice who is commenting on our posts.

So I post. But in order to get noticed and remembered, I must be clever. I'd like to think it's about quality not quantity. But how many times can I pimp out my new self-tanning products or a great new lip gloss that's every woman's must have?

This is when it dawned on me.....In order to become a presence on these sites, I must become a Team of Me.

I need to become a Twitter-nality or a Facebook-ona and step into that mindset when dropping a ditty to the world. We all know, from doing this/blogging thing that there are some days that you just don't have it. The add gas light is on and you are plum out of witticisms, but we tredge on, and we do it for the love of the genre. This is completely different because my business image is riding on it. It may be my most important work yet.

So I do it for the good of the company. And I do it for the good of the cosmetic buying society. And I do it so that my customers will never have to wonder about the latest and greatest offerings in my store. That info is only a mouse click away, as it should be. But most of all I do it for you, the customer, because out there in Social Networking land it can be rough starting your day without a witty tidbit about the best shimmering glow for the body and a new revolutionary mascara.

All I Want To Do Is Win

Key to tonight:





Oh yes, let the games begin. This is one yellow brick road I LOVE going down.

BRING IT!

My Funky Gl-iPod

This is just what my iPod needed, a little funk to get me through my diet funk. Here's hoping it works...

Before I begin, I must begin by saying I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so. Jesse wears evil well, doesn't he? Waiting in the Glee clubs auditorium to funk-ify New Directions by "psyching" them out with a performance of Queens, "Another One Bites the Dust", evil Jesse and Vocal Adrenelaine club throw down more than a challenge. Jesse tells Rachel he was not happy about his treatment by the Glee club and that he is back with Vocal Adrenaline and ready to defeat them at Regional's.

This sends the club into a funk. And that's what this episode is all about; Funky funk.
The Glee club can't seem to shake the funk, so Shue assigns, what else, funk after a date with the devil. No not his date with Sue. The other guy, ex Glee club director and local smack dealer. Was Shue really trying to score some gangia, hooch, smoke, weed??? What he really scores is the key to defeating Vocal Adrenaline. Quinn comes up with a killer rendition of "Man's World" along with 6 or so other unwed pregnant mothers, (is this a club at McKinley? Where are we? Gloucester, MA?) regardless of it's shifty message, this was one of the best of the night. Kudos to Diana Argon for the soulful vocals. Who knew she had it in her?

Puck and Finn seemed to lay down the battle axes for the good of the club and retaliate against Vocal Adrenaline's antics by slashing the tires of the Adrenaline's...get this...Range Rovers! Can I go to school there? Cocherane/Rachel's mom gives them a pass on expulsion if they pay for the damage. They both score jobs at newly divorced Terry Schuester's linen store, and they bring it with not one but TWO funky rap duets!!! Oh happy downloads! And they both looked hot as heck singing them. More of that please! "Loser" was appropriate and awesome within the confines of the store, but "Good Vibration" stole the show. These kids got talent, and with Mercedes' (Amber Riley) vocals to round out the song, it was smokin' funky.

Shue got down and dirty with Sue. Which was hard to watch at times, and truly unbelievable. Although, there might have been some genuine chemistry thrown in there for good measure. "Tell Me Something Good" was a treat for any Matthew Morrison fan. Umm hmm. Shue ask's Sue to a date on (hilarious) HUMP DAY, to which Sue agrees. He stands her up, of course, and Sue in her track suit and pearls (brilliant. who writes this stuff??) lash out at Shue. It's Sue's turn to go into a funk and Shue is the only one who can pull her out of it. She brings home a record 6th National Championship, and brings the trophy to Shue's house with an ultimatum. Kiss her or turn his choir room into Sue's new trophy room. She's obviously back because after that nice hunk of man agrees to tongue kiss her, she slams the door on him and his mediocrity.

Jesse and the Adrenaline's do the meanest thing EVER to our poor suffering Rachel. He calls Rachel to the parking lot, to which she excitedly goes to meet him, and they egg her mercilessly. Jesse, of course, has the last shot, which he crushes on her forehead, but not before telling her he loved her. There's no turning back now. It's on!

The New Directions finish off Adrenaline by funk-ifying them right back with a special, funk-ay group performance of "We Want The Funk"which leaves Adrenaline speechless.

And that's just how it should be. Which sets up the big FINALE next week and the Regionals competition!!!

Here's hoping New Directions wipes the floor up with Adrenaline.

The World's Most Lovable Douchebag

What is it about this guy that we LOVE???
Why is he the next greatest American hero and who is this rocker extraordinaire?
Turns out this guy, is exactly "what the cat dragged in"......

Born in Pennsylvania, this 47 year old front man for the glam metal band Poison has lived a rock and roll lifestyle for most of his life. He and his band mates formed a band called Paris and left Pennsylvania in 1984 when they moved to LA, eventually changing the band's name to Poison. Their first album, with record label, Enigma Records, "Look What the Cat Dragged In" did not see much success until Michael's swayed band members in 1987 to film a little known marketing tool at the time, a music video. The result was a platinum album along with fame and success.

And Michael's has always been a ladies man. The most famous single, "Every Rose Has it's Thorns" was said to be penned about his break-up of his longtime girlfriend, Tracy Lewis, who felt that fame had changed him. The Type 1 diabetic then starred in the 2007 VH1 series "Rock of Love with Brett Michael's". In a Rock and Roll spin off of the TV show The Bachelor, multiple rocker groupies live in a house together and vie for the heart of Michaels. It was so successful, the show went on for 3 seasons.

To date, Michaels gained even more popularity when he took the crown from the King himself, Donald Trump, winning the reality TV marathon, The Celebrity Apprentice. That win brought Michaels into the mainstream, but it was not without it's dangers. A month before the airing of the pre-taped shows, Michaels suffered a serious brain hemorrhage with the prognosis touch and go for a while at best. He came through it, regained consciousness, and a week before the live announcement of the Apprentice he suffered a "warning stroke" and was briefly hospitalized. Against doctors orders, Michaels dragged himself, hell or high water, to the finale to accept his championship.

Dude has not stopped since. Like the Energizer Bunny, a week ago, Michaels was singing a duet with Casey James on America's biggest stage, the American Idol finale show.




And NOW??? Rumor has it Brett is being considered to replace America's most famous judge that we love to hate, Simon Cowell on American Idol. Is Michaels too nice? Is Michaels a big enough draw?

The world will have to wait. But if I were a betting girl, I wouldn't count Michaels out because this thing the cat dragged in, most certainly has nine lives.