Really?

Today is a snow day.

Can you believe that I just told you that? Seriously, today is a snow day for all of us because the storm that hit us over the weekend nearly crippled this area and we are AGAIN without power for days. This time both my husband and I cannot go to work because there is no power and it's only halloween. Last time neither of our businesses were effected.

So what ever happened to Global Warming?

Not around here. It's like Armageddon around here and I feel like I just went through this recently.

Because I did just go through this recently. It was two months ago to the day that Irene hit this area with high winds and downed power limes, leaving us powerless for five days.

Today is day two and I'm optimistic that this will be the end. That power will be restored by tonite, and that this was just a minor bump in the road. I can't ever remember being without power for this long, ever.

I'm moving to Florida....

Crack Cakes

So I attended a FAB event last night that served gourmet appetizers and finger foods. It was a girly girl, fashion benefit and auction for the Ellie Fund, a wonderful charitable organization that supports women with breast cancer and their families. It was a beautiful and fun event and all the ladies that attended had a fantastic time buying raffle tickets and bidding on gorgeous fashions for a great cause. Among all the gorgeous tables decorated with brie cheeses, chutney, clove spreads, hummus and vegetables were the most beautiful displays of cupcakes.

Cupcakes dressed in the pink and white breast cancer ribbons with white frosting and a small red carnation on top.

There were vanilla cupcakes, chocolate cupcakes and carrot cupcakes and they were amazing! Almost every woman at the event either had a cupcake while at the event or could be seen taking home one or two cupcakes on a plate. While I abstained from eating the gorgeous confections, it got me to thinking about cupcakes and why we are reduced to a kid in a candy store window at the sight of a gorgeous one. I spotted on woman sitting away from all of the activity of the night, quietly enjoying her cupcake in peace. The look of enjoyment was evident in her quiet smile and contented gaze.... And I was across the room.

Yet I can't blame her. What is it about cupcakes that make us happy? Crack cakes, as they are referred to in The Daily Dandy household, are the dessert of choice any time the subject is brought up. I even bought a fancy, super duper cupcake container to house and keep fresh 3 dozen cupcakes at once. Creative artists can turn a single cupcake into a masterful object of everyone's desire and of course, they have become so trendy with cupcake bakery's popping up all over.The idea behind one small cake giving so much sensory pleasure and without too much guilt can be comforting,

Now if they could find a formula to remove all calories I think cupcakes could be petitioned as one of the four basic food groups.

Today's Special: Pure Beauty

If you've been reading the beauty posts here on The Daily Dandy, you know that that cute hot pink egg that is called Beauty Blender is ALWAYS on my lists of must haves. There is no better tool in the industry for applying a complexion enhancer, period. You've seen it here and in my store The Candy Bar because I'm Beauty Blender obsessed and I believe in this wonderful product. It's not my #1 Candy Bar seller for nothing.

And just when I thought I had reached foundation application Nirvana, Beauty Blender goes and makes me giddy with pleasure with it's newest blender sponge.

It's Beauty Blender Pure and that gorgeous white egg was designed for the skin care enthusiast in all of us. Utilizing nature's most "perfect design", the egg has been stipped down to it's purest form for a gentle, hygenic way to apply skin care and take flawless skin one step further. Apply moisturizers, serums, eyecreams, make-up remeovers and make-up primers with Pure and protect and penetrate the skin with a powerful tool that allows you to access hard to reach areas with ease.

The Pure Kit is red hot and just arrived in stores. Unique to the Pure Kit is the Solid cleanser, a disc shaped soap that cleans and conditions your wet Pure sponge. Also included: a FAB, mini Beauty Blender travel pouch with a magnet enclosure and net backing. It's not only big enough for both the Pure sponge and the Solid cleanser, but it allows for the dampened sponges to dry quickly and completely. It's a travel maven's dream, and it has an adorable, mini, hot pink Beauty Blender charm dangling on the side of the pouch as a cute bonus.

People have asked me if Pure can be used to apply make-up, to which I responed ABSOLUTELY! For me, I think the Pure, white, egg is too beautiful to get it dirty...but you never know what I will do in a pinch...What I do know is that it's a product junkie's dream come true!

The Pure Kit is priced at $50.00 and can be ordered at The Candy Bar and online.

"The Notorious P.I.G."

I die...Miss Piggy in Brian Atwood shoes


Miss Piggy in Jason Wu designs in this month's In Style magazine

Miss Piggy in Prabal Gurung in her photo fashion shoot from this month's In Style magazine

I've always loved pigs. Maybe I was influenced by Charlotte's best friend Wilbur when I was a little girl, but their cute little pug noses and curly tails always made them the best stuffed doll option in the toy store. Pigs were big when I was a kid and I remember there was a great store in the Faneuil Hall Market place called, "Hogs Wild" that carried any and all things that had to do with pigs. I loved it there.

Back then, there was one pig who reigned supreme if you were a pig lover and no other pig even came close. Miss Piggy was the Queen of the pig-loving world and every other pig was a cheap imitation. Piggy had swagger and the posse to prove it and she had her man, Kermit the Frog. Although Miss Piggy didn't start out as a major Muppet character, in the late 70s and early 80's, Piggys popularity sky rocketed, surpassing all the other Muppet characters in popularity and merchandising.

It was like nothing could stop her.

Miss Piggy has written 5 books, one a New York Times best seller, and performed with many Hollywood hotshots. She even sang a duet with Sir Elton John himself and wore the clothing of the most sought after fashion designers in the world. Not bad for a puppet with purple gloved hands who never quite seemed to get her man, I mean frog. Poor Kermit. When she isn't loving him and smothering him in kisses, she is giving him a huge karate chop with her signature, "Hi-Ya!" and sending him flying.

Now Miss Piggy is enjoying a resurgence of her popularity due to the upcoming Muppet movie. What will Miss Piggy do for an encore? It's hard to top Piggy. Those who knew her best suggest not even going there.

The late, great Jim Henson, creator of the Muppets once said of Miss Piggy when they were creating the new show, "Fraggle Rock",

"We would anticipate coming up with new personalities which would have much of the same appeal as a Kermit , Fozzie or Gonzo. We will not create anybody with Miss Piggy's kind of appeal-nobody should even try."

The Blonde Wife

It was the mailman's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighborhood.

When he arrived at the first house on his route he was greeted by the whole family there, who congratulated him and sent him on his way with a big gift envelope.

At the second house they presented him with a box of fine cigars.

The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing lures.

At the fourth house he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful woman in a revealing negligee.

She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door, and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced.

When he had had enough they went downstairs, where she fixed him a giant breakfast, eggs, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, and fresh squeezed orange juice.

When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee.

As she was pouring, he noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge. "All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the dollar for?"

"Well," she said, "last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you. I asked him what to give you."

He said, "Fuck him, give him a dollar."

The lady then said, "The breakfast was my idea."

Lost And Found

I lost my mojo and no matter how hard I try I can't seem to find it.

The thing is, I'm not exactly sure where I lost it. I mean, I had it recently, but it has since gone missing. Damn, I hate it when this happens cuz I need it. My mojo accompanies wherever I go and is usually right there when I need it.

But not lately. Lately it has taken a free pass and it gave me the heave-ho. Can't say that I blame it. I've been a real downer and if you're a mojo I guess you don't want anything keeping you down.

Dude, can't we work it out? Come back and I promise I'll behave. We'll go back to the good old days when it was fun and you were the life of the party. We don't even have to talk about it. No questions asked, just come back. I won't ask why you deserted me now, when I seem to need you most. It's ok, really. Everybody looses their mojo sometimes, I just need to find you quick so we can be in sync again. Life is better when we are in sync.

So if you are out this weekend bloggers and you see my mojo, tell him to come home. You'll know him when you see him. He's the one with all the confidence, having a great time and living large. Tell him I'm sorry and that I'll listen to everything he says. I won't blame you if you invite him to stay with you for a day or so, because my mojo can be a great friend. He just makes you feel so good.

I know he'll come back, it's just a matter of when and whether I can hold out until then. Tell him I'm waiting...

Too Bad The Tux Was Rented

So have you seen this?

Kevin Cotter, a man whose high school sweetheart and wife of 12 years left him in July of 2009, turned his devastation and despair into success. A box salesman from Tuscon Arizona, Cotter, had been with his wife for more than half of his life and had two children with her when she walked out leaving her life and her wedding dress behind in a keepsake box in the closet. She told him to do "whatever he wanted" with the wedding dress and that's exactly what he did.

Cotter and his brother Colin started brainstorming about ways to use the wedding dress. They decided it would make a great grill cover, yoga mat, scarecrow, complete with a Darth Vader helmet and punching bag. Cotter then stared taking pictures and posting them and the wedding dress chronicles on myexwifesweddingdress.com. Instantly a Internet star was born.

People could relate to his pain and by using comedy, this type of therapeutic fun struck a chord with his fans. His ex wife wasn't exactly pleased, but for Cotter his brother reports that while they were taking pictures for the blog he began to see "his first real laugh" since the divorce.

Cotter turned his blog into a book deal and says that the book, "101 Uses for My Ex-Wife's Wedding Dress", is about so much more than using a wedding dress to strain cooked pasta. Along with the hilarious commentary on his ex's dress, he poignantly writes about dealing with devastation of life alone and reflects on divorce, children, life and moving on.

Cotter has moved on. He married a woman he met on match.com in his backyard. “She said earlier in our relationship that if it worked out and one day we were to be married, it would have to be a beach wedding and she would wear a thong bikini,” Cotter said. “She said she would not risk leaving me with any amount of material for a sequel." She didn't though, in the end she wore a dress, and one that I'm sure is under lock and key away from Cotter.

Too bad my ex wore a rented tux. I think it could have made a New York Times best seller.

Wikid Real NSFW

Ok so this is way too good NOT to share.

All I have to say about this is while the sports worship is completely accurate, we don't really sound like that.

Do we?

Dancing Darkhorse

One of my guilty pleasures in this life is watching those dumb-ass Kardashians. I have to admit it, that I just can't help trying to "Keep up" with them. Why? I can't quite explain it, nor can the millions of other idiots, like me, who watch them but I'm riveted.

There's just something about them.

Love them or hate them, they grow on you. I couldn't help but recently feel bad for youngest Kardashian brother Rob.The Kardashian/Jenner clan was on vacation in Bora Bora, and diva princess Kim decided to give Rob a hard time for being a "loser" with no career. She kept making digs about how Rob has no career and that younger sister Kendall makes more money than him, (thems is fighting words) to which Robert responded by calling Kim a whore on national TV. They then had a moving/nauseating scene in the hotel room with Rob and his mom with tears and Rob telling his mom that he needs to start doing something with his life. She cries too and tells him that she will help him.

Flash forward to today, Kris Jenner must have helped him in the best way she could, because he is now on Dancing with the Stars. Not the greatest way for a guy to achieve his dreams, but if you're a Kardashian, it's a $tart.

Now here's the funny thing, I don't watch Dancing with the Stars, but on Tuesday mornings I check YouTube to see how Rob did the night before and on Wednesday mornings I check to see if Rob had been eliminated. I am cheering for him and as ridiculous as this sounds, I want him to win so that he can shove it in his fat-assed, diva queen, princess sister Kim's face. SHE, who got kicked off in week two of her stint on Dancing.

And now people are saying he could pull off a win. Really?

I know it's stupid, and I know that there are people fighting the good fight for great causes and for the greater good all over the world. In the scheme of things this is a great waste of time, but I can't help rooting for this guy.

The chances are slim, but I hope he pulls this off. I hope he gets to shove that disco ball championship trophy right up his sister Kim's media hogging, greedy, selfish, fat ASS.

GO ROB!

Occupy

I'm embarrassed to admit that I really never gave this "Occupy Wallstreet" movement more than a passing glance in my newspaper. I read about it, filed the information in my brain and continued on about my day. It was always there, but in the back of my clogged up mind. I knew it was a politically charged protest that had to do with corporate greed and economic inequality and that was just about all I needed to know.

Then yesterday and this morning, I began reading numerous stories about the power of the people participating in this movement and their plight to make change. I read about Rose Gudiel, a California woman who lost her home to eviction last month. She had been fighting a loosing battle and facing foreclosure for two years against Fannie Mae. When the family tried to pay the money they owed, the bank repeatedly told Rose there was nothing she could do, that her case was closed, and that she was to be evicted on Sept 28. The family notified the bank that they would not go peacefully.

So with the power of Occupy behind them, Rose and her family camped outside their home to protest. They had decided that they were going to fight for what they believed was rightfully theirs and what happened next was nothing short of amazing.

Fannie Mae cancelled the eviction notice and offered Rose and her family a loan modification so that they could afford to keep their home.

Why?

Because maybe this movement is onto something.
Maybe not, but for people like Rose and her family this ia a major victory.

And maybe this is exactly what our country needs right now, a series of small victoires that will add up to major change.

And maybe, just maybe, this movement will Occupy more than a small part of this country's clogged up brain.

TGIF

There aren't enough days in the weekend. ~Rod Schmidt


Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. ~Bill Watterson


The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend. ~Chuck Palahniuk


Always strive to excel, but only on weekends. ~Richard Rorty


Of all the days that's in the week
I dearly love but one day
And that's the day that comes betwixt
A Saturday and Monday.
~Henry Carey


Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week. ~Joseph Addison


Always strive to excel, but only on weekends. ~Richard Rorty


http://www.quotegarden.com/weekends.html

Little Heffy's Gotta Pee

During one of her daily classes, a teacher trying to teach good manners, asked her students the following question:

"Michael, if you were on a date having dinner with a nice young lady, how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom??

Michael said: 'Just a minute I have to go pee.'

The teacher responded by saying: "That would be rude and impolite, What about you Sherman, how would you say it?"

Sherman said: "I am sorry, but I really need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back.''

"That's better, but it's still not very nice to say the word bathroom at the dinner table," the teacher said.

"And you, Little Heffy, can you show us your good manners?"

Little Heffy said:"I would say: Darling, may I please be excused for a moment? I have to shake hands with a very dear friend of mine, whom I hope to introduce you to after dinner."

The teacher fainted!

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.

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 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....

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?

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?

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!

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.