Mother Nature Is One Shrewd Bitch

I can't help but giggle. I heard his name is "Dickie".

Hahahaahahahahaha!!!

Time To Change

If you grew up around the same time as I did, you definitely remember the TV show "The Brady Bunch" which was a huge part of my childhood. Now an adult and mother, I recently had occasion to bring one of those legendary episodes to mind. My boy Frack, almost 16 years-old, is currently experiencing an extreme, pubescent changing voice. It would seem that for me, life has imitated art.

It started a few months ago and very slight at first. I would hear the high pitch in his voice when he was talking, but just slightly and only sprinkled in conversation here and there. I even mentioned to him that I thought his voice might be changing, to which he made no comment to confirm it. After spending last week's vacation with the family, we are no longer searching for a cute, minimal pitch change here and there. Frack is in the middle of a full on, four alarm, squeaky, pitchy, voice change.

Frack was having a conversation with my dad, when he tried to casually call his name,

"Pa-PA?" The squeak in his voice, surprising even him.
"What the hell was that?" Frack replied.

We, of course, laughed and offered him our support. Throughout the week, it would pop into conversation. He would stop mid-sentence, revealing his frustration over this inconvenient rite of passage. Now he can't wait for it to be over.

Who really knows for sure how long it will take for the process to complete, but I'm sure Frack will roll with it until then. Just like those crazy Brady's say," it's time to re-arrange who you are into what you're going to be."

Hollywood's Lombardi Trophy

I can't confess to being completely celebrity obsessed and fashion crazed and NOT put my two cents in about last night's Hollywood party of all parties, the Oscars. This is the big kahuna, the Lombardi for Hollywood, the Holy Grail for most recipients and the only place to see and be seen if you are in entertainment.

So much about last night was noteworthy, but here are my observations and in no particular order:

The Awards:

Meryl- How can you even question it? Everybody thought Viola Davis was a lock and then the Iron Lady sweeps in and steals the statue. Meryl (looked stunning for once) is Hollywood royalty and everyone should be in agreement that the Oscar is exactly where it should be. I love her casual elegance. The fact that she is one of the most celebrated and awarded actress today not withstanding, she has managed to have what seems to be, it all. A long marriage, family and a fabulous career. Kudos for a job well done.

Christopher Plummer-The 82 year old accomplished actor finally captured the brass ring. He was quite elegant in his acceptance, and I'm happy that the father from The Sound Of Music can now add Oscar winner to his resume.

Billy Crystal-While I think he played it safe on the telecast, it felt like an old friend was taking us through the motions. His opening sequence, a visual homage to each nominated picture, was comfortably predictable and enjoyable. Billy may not have the pipes to pull that off on Broadway, but it didn't matter. It's Billy and the Oscars. Best line of the night, "There's nothing better than watching millionaires award each other gold statues."

The Fashions:

Gwenneth-It's not that frequent that I have such a visceral reaction to fashion, but she literally took my breath away. Then I learned that her stunning white ensemble was Tom Ford and I understood why I was so touched. He's the King. Pure perfection. I cannot say anything else. Simply stunning.

Jennifer Lopez-No. No, just no. Why? Really? She was the street walker of the night and I hated her hair. Her only redeeming aesthetic was the Scott Barnes Body Bling (which The Candy Bar sells) that she is famous for. Her glow was pure J Lo.

Angelina Jolie-Hmmm, I'm not quite sure here. It was ok, but her ridiculous pose, with her hand on hip and her leg exposed most purposefully was a huge turn off. Ok, so she is the most beautiful woman on the planet and she was beautiful last night for sure, but the problem for me was that the whole pose thing, on stage, made he think that she takes her self and her sex appeal WAY TOO SERIOUS. Huge turn off.

Misc:

Ryan Seacrest-Speaking of taking themselves way too serious, Seacrest beat out Angelina. Sacha Baron Cohen, dressed as his latest movie role, The Dictator, dumped, what was suppose to be the cremains of King Jong II all over the Burberry tuxedo jacket of E!'s Red Carpet host Ryan Seacrest. Ryan just couldn't roll with it. Bizarre, yes. But Seacrest's reaction was embarrassing and down right depressing to witness. Seacrest can probably see to it that Baron Cohen NEVER steps within 500 feet of him again, and that he gets black balled from whatever he wants. Baron Cohen has zero chance of ever hosting ABC's New Years Eve Count down or his own reality TV show on the E! channel. Zero. The whole thing was egg on Seacrests furious face, to say the least.

The Parties-

Wolfgang Puck fed 1500 people at The Govenors Ball and wore a custom designed chef jacket for the event. Rumor has it that his chicken pot pie with truffles was TO DIE FOR.

Miss Piggy was flawless.

I woke up with the name Octavia Spencer on the brain. I guess this lady has arrived.

Hugo won alot of awards. I have had more than a few peole recommend this film to me, so I will now prioritize it on my movie queue. And Scorsese? Not one recipient of a Hugo oscar that did not comment on the great director and what a privilege it was to work with him.

And finally, Cirque du Soleil never disappoints, and they didn't last night. I loved their acrobatic artistry.

It was a great Oscars. Not so boring that I only caught the major awards,and entertaining enough to stay up till 11:30. Then I went to sleep and Hollywood went on to party like a rock star.

Friday Freak-Fest

Hey bloggers! It's Friday and I'm in the mood for some Freaks!!

But before I commence with today's freak show, I have a small order of business.

I will be heading to the North of France...er, um I mean Florida, for a week of fun in the sun. The Daily Dandy will be on hiatus from today, Friday, February 17th until Monday, February 27, 2012, when I will be returning to the bloggersphere.

Now onto today's edition of Friday Freaks! It's our old friends from Wally World and after surveying the photos I got to thinking that there was the distinct possibility that these people were actually TRYING to have their photo make the Peopleofwalmart website.


We'll start with them and you tell me what you think..

Do you think Earl really thinks he's looking hot or do you think Earl lost a bet down at the Knights of Columbus and he had to make good on it?? Whatever the reason, the tragedy here is not the fact that Earl is dressed like a woman. The tragedy here are those white, faux- leather, ruched, thigh high boots. Even a stripper would turn her nose up at those. Poor Earl.

Are they on a religious mission? Or is this a recruiting mission? And why stop in the parking lot of the local Wal Mart? Are they targeting a certain demographic?

You know she was just waiting for someone to ask her about her shirt. You can just tell. Look at the grand way she displays it for all the world to see. I bet her mama be so proud...Now I'm wondering which one she claims to be. Bad or good?

This one just cracked me up. I bet it's a big hit at all the kid's soccer and lacrosse games.

And speaking of crack...no way. There is just no way these guys wear thongs and like showing them off. No way. I think there was a casting call for the peopleofwalmart website and these two showed up and said they would play the gig. There is no other explanation! Unless you have a theory? I'd love to hear it.

That there is some fake-ass, finger tatoo's. How dumb does he think we are? Nobody is that dumb.

I don't think girlfriend here was trying to get her picture taken. I think girlfriend here was trying to get something else...

Pops is wearing his Old Lady's t-shirt. And I hear she's not to be messed with, either.

Now this is truly unfortunate. There comes a time in every woman's life, when she has to consider her attire to be somewhat age appropriate. White trash upbringing aside, if you're wearing a wig, an ill fitting tube top should not be one of your wardrobe choices. EVER.

And finally...I just couldn't resist. Hot dang! Pimp daddy and his main lady. They be trippin' together.

Have a great week bloggers!

Behave and try not to have your picture taken at the local WalMart.

Today's Special: Guerlain Product Haul

Great deals on popular titles like People magazine.

It's very rare that I get sucked in at the beauty counters in the department stores, as I own so much more make up than is humanly possible AND, I do what these ladies do, all day, every day.

Being a shopper, I touch and feel and smell and try everything and occasionally I'll ask for help. I usually end up buying something, but the woman at the Guerlain counter was good. Real good, cuz she sucked me right in and I bought it all. Kudos to her for a job well done.
I always purchase lip gloss, Let's just say that's usuall where I start and then I work my way around the line. The Terracotta lip glosses are amazing! Lightweight, sheer and pretty; these are exactly what I like in a gloss. Pair this gloss with your favorite lip pencil and the result is a soft, sexy lip. It's scent is devine too!

OMG! This is just about the best product I have seen in a while. Inspired by Guerlain's Vol de Nuit perfume, this fragranced loose powder has a subtle irridescent shimmer that can be applied to face, neck and body for a sexy all over shine, and the bottle is pretty too.

This is by far my favorite product in the haul. I didn't even want it, but the girl convinced me that this was "the best mascara" so being curious, I had to buy it and try it. She was right! At $50.00 a pop, this lengthening and lifting formula does just that. It lifts and separates each lash and give your lashes a full, dark and sexy look. The case is a work of art in itself, mirrored for easy application, and get this: it is refillable! Refills are $26.00. It really has everything one needs for dramatic eyes.

Guerlain Meteorites Cruel Gardenia Illuminating Powder. This soft to the touch powder almost feels like a cream, but goes on with a soft powder look. It brightens and highlights cheeks, eyes and face with a soft and subtle illumination that catches the light just right. I apply this beauty last, over everyting on cheeks and eyes for a fantastic glow.

The Sugar Shack

So are we to believe that Sugar could possibly love anyone but herself?? After the buildup of the spoiled, off pitch, silly, dimly lit, daddy's little rich girl that we have seen in recent episodes? Now she's cute and happy and loving and everyone's sweetheart? Huh?

I am truly mystified. Mystified that my favorite show could produce such a BOMB, like last night's episode. The only redeeming thing about last night were Sugar's numerous Valentines Day inspired fashions...and even that's going out on a limb. After many seasons of waiting, we finally get to see Rachel's "dad's", and they are even more ridiculous than I could have imagined. (although, Jeff Goldblum really plays a spot on, gay man) and their story line left me in doubt of where this is all going.

So when in doubt, we still have the music.

"L.O.V.E."-Mike Chang sings...and dances! This cute little montage with Tina and Mike served to highlight the ridiculous love triangle of Sugar/Artie/Rory. I say ridiculous because two episodes ago, didn't Sugar tell Artie he wasn't her type. "Your handicapped and I'm able. We'd look weird together." I guess we weren't supposed to remember that.

"Let Me Love You"-Artie, he of the best pipes on the show, slayed this tune and thank goodness. Because it served as the special elixir that made Sugar fall for him and look past his handi-disability. Good for him. The boys coming in and serving as backup made this one even more enjoyable.

"Stereo Hearts"-Sam, Quinn, Mercedes and new comer Joe (The Glee Project's co-winner, Samuel Larsen) The God Squad group decides to fund raise by doing singing Valentines for students at McKinnley. While the new kid looks like a dread-locked version of Jesus, he's got chops and I love this ensemble production of the song.

"Home"-Rory, seemingly tells a fib about his student Visa expiring at the end of the school year and belts out this bomb. While his vocals were good, for me this rendition of the song brought the whole mood down and put a damper on the happy little Valentine vibe. The good news is, it worked and Rory won over Sugar, as she asked him to be her date to her party at Breadstix.

"I Will Always Love You"-Mercedes, true to her diva-licious form, nailed this Whitney Houston classic. Appropriate for the episode ,but eerily impeccably timed to air so soon after Houston's untimely death. Was it just me, or did Mercedes version pop in and out of HD and seem sloppily edited in comparison with the rest of the show? I was thinking that it was hastily added, to seem as if it were always part of the script. Just a theory. Conspiracy theory's aside, this is My Download Pick Of the Week for obvious reasons, and she did one hell of a job singing it.

"Cherish"/"Cherish"-Sam, Joe, Quinn and Mercedes sing to Brittnay and Santana for all the same sex couples out there. While I love this mash up, I can't help but hope that the creators of Glee don't ruin a perfectly innocent love between two girls by "militantly" shoving it in our faces. I love the fact that Santana and Brittnay are a couple and in love, but I wish they would lay off Santana's angry lesbian vibe a bit and stop pushing the two girls kissing envelope. Even if it is a Valentines episode.

"Love Shack"-Blaine is BACK! Thank God, because I couldn't stand one more minute of a Blaine-less Glee episode. With Mercedes, Brittnay, Rachel and Kurt as back up, this one manages to give new life to the old party anthem. Let's touch a bit here on the creepy Karofsky/Kurt story line, now that Karofsky has professed his love to Kurt with "secret admirer" Valentines he mistook to be from Blaine. It's not working for me. At. All.

Good, bad and ugly, that's what it was for me last night. But if we are talking about love, which we are, I'm giving Glee the benefit of the doubt, all in the name of love.

Who Is Smarter Than A Second Grader?

WHY GOD MADE MOMS
Answers given by 2nd Grade school children to the following questions:

Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.

How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.

What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.

Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's mom like me.

What kind of a little girl was your mom?
1. My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.

What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?

Why did your mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that mom didn't have her thinking cap on.

Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess mom is, only because she has a lot more to do than dad.

What's the difference between moms and dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller and stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friends.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.

What does your mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

What would it take to make your mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.

If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.

Crack is Wack

We lost another one to the almighty pipe. Tragic, really. But not surprising.

Poor Whitney.

Some wondered what took so long. Some wondered how her drug habit grew to the gargantuan proportions that it was, and some wondered why? She really seemed to "almost have it all"; so much for having it all. Whatever it was that she had, she tried very hard to surpress it and it eventually killed her.

I was curious about the woman, the legend that is Whitney because I remember her. I can mark the important events of my life with her music and she was a big part of my youth. Yesterday I scoured the Internet for answers.

I came across an interview with Oprah and read through to find some answers. What I found was a woman who was deeply conflicted and somewhat regretful that her star shone brighter than her husband's. It was an issue between them and quite possibly the root of her evil. On the outside she seemed to have everything. The money, the fame, the voice, the beauty and deep inside she had the demons. She was deeply religious and she believed in marriage and there is no denying, they abused drugs together. Insiders still blame him for her downfall, yet they split in the fall of 2006 and Whitney continued to use drugs.

One thing we can all agree on, there was no other voice like hers. Her story will always start with her voice, yet end with her drug habit. Her legacy tainted, now cautionary tale for us to tell our children. What we are left with is her music.

And we will always love her music.

Just Shut Your Pie Hole

As my bestest friend always says, "shut your pie hole." or just "pie hole" when she wants to get her point across quickly.

It would seem that those Boston based sports/celebrity types be at it again with their big mouths wagging. After the bru ha ha that Giselle caused on Sunday, you'd think that everyone from Boston would kinda lay low for a while. Right? Wrong.

Or maybe it's not so wrong.

Here's the back story: Tim Thomas, beloved MVP of the 2011 Stanley Cup Champion Boston Bruins, was like a hockey God around here. Stoic, strong and consistent, Thomas created a PR bru ha ha of his own when on Jan 25 he refused to attend the White House ceremony honoring the championship team. Thomas stated that he does not support the current administration and that he feel like the government is "out of control". What was out of control was the media fire that ensued. Thomas had to face a PR nightmare and defend his choice not to attend in the media.

Thomas was quoted:

"[The controversy] is all media-driven and it has been from the start. Everything that I said and did was as an individual. It was not as a representative of the Boston Bruins," Thomas said Friday at All-Star Weekend in Ottawa. "All it has to do is with me. But it's separate from hockey. That's my personal life and those are my personal views. Those are my personal beliefs. It has nothing to do with hockey. It has nothing to do with this All-Star Game. It has nothing to do with the Boston Bruins."

OK, seems fair. You would think one would move right along and keep to the business at hand, but when you are a high profile sports figure in a city that worships their sports figures, every move is scrutinized.

Then yesterday Thomas posted on his Facebook his support of the Catholic Church's battle against the Obama administration over contraceptives. Now, if he was looking for a shit storm, he sure as hell found one. Thomas was furious that the media questioned him on his posting.

Really? Have you met the Boston media, Tim?

“I don’t think that when you become an athlete that you sign away your right to be an individual, and have your own views and post them on Facebook if you’d like.” Thomas said.

Yes, I agree with him on that, and the man has every right to speak, post and scream his opinions in a public forum if he so chooses. That's why we live in this great country and it's how we live or die, but if you are going to spew political ideologies, and you are a "public figure", you'd better be prepared to answer questions about it to the media. I would say it's a hazard of the job and after the beating he took last week over the White House ceremony, you'd think he wouldn't rub salt in the proverbial wound, unless he was looking for trouble. Either way it's his call.

Maybe he would be best served to just "pie hole".

Dogger Depression

SEE BUDDY

Remember him? This is my beloved 8 year old Boxer Buddy. And do you remember that I just lost my baby girl dog, Jingle,who was 9 years old, no more than two weeks ago? We all took it hard, as she was a member of our family and it still stings. But Buddy? He is taking it the hardest.

I think Buddy is depressed. Is that possible?

Buddy and Jingle were like peas and carrots. They grew up together and shared everything. They even slept in the same crate together every night; with the door open, so I know it was their choice.

It wasn't a romantic love they shared, it was more like a brother-sister love and Buddy has been lost without her. It's so heartbreaking to see him lay around and sort of sulk. He still has Amos, the boss, and the Alpha of the group so he's not completely alone, but I never realized how tough the loss of one of the pack was going to be on Buddy. And Jingles, his favorite one.

What do I do? Do they have doggie shrinks? Does he need doggie Prozac or anti depressants or will this ride it's course out while he adjusts?I mean, we all have to adjust. The thing that worries me is that Amos is the old dog. We aren't quite sure how old Amos is, because he was a rescue dog, but I know his age is somewhere in the teens. He's in great shape, but I'm worried that when it's Amos' time how Buddy will handle it? As it is right now, he's requiring a lot more attention and we are more than happy to give it to him.

Today I'm in no position to get another dog. I've had three dogs for close to a decade and I've loved every minute of it. Would I do it again? Hell NO. Yet, the boys seem so lonely without her.

I just want to see the little spring creep back into Buddy's step. I somehow think Jingles would have wanted it that way.

We All Say Shit....

I'm sure you've seen a bunch of these by now. Who the heck knows how this whole thng started, but this one made me laugh.

Cuz unfortunately, it's true.

Beantown Smackdown

I want to forget about Sunday as much as the next guy here in Boston, but it just won't go away.

And now Giselle, aka Mrs Brady, is under BIG fire for her post-Super Bowl expletive-laden rant aimed at Tommy's boys on her way out of her luxury box at Lucas Oil stadium immediately following the Patriots loss to the Giants.

Here's what I think: Thank God it wasn't me, because if it was, it would have been far worse.

If you haven't seen it already on all the trash TV shows, Giselle was being heckled by some obnoxious butt heads immediately following the loss, on her way out of the luxury box. They were shouting things like, " Eli rules!" and "Eli owns your husband!"

So what does Gi do?

She fires back while standing in front of the elevator to go down, in her thick Brazilian accent, " My husband cannot fu*king throw the ball and catch the ball at the same time." and "I can't believe they dropped the ball so many times." She ripped the team. Big no-no. Now Tom and Gi have a huge loss AND a PR mess to deal with.

Ok, so she ripped Welker and Hernandez and all the boys who work hard to make Her Tommy look good all season long, but she was mad as hell and provoked and somewhat right.....I guess when you are making 50 Mil a year in your underwear,and you are married to a genetically gifted man and have the world by the financial kahunas, you can't be forgiven of an extremely emotional moment; however foolish.

Hell, you should have heard all the names WE were calling them. It wasn't pretty and there were young kids around and no, we're not proud of it. If it were me, (in a dream) it might have been far worse. Not only would I have thrown back some choice expletives, but I might have played dirty pool and I can't say that I would not have responded, had I been her. Nope, I would have let them have it too. And a lot LOUDER. This I know for sure. I might have even lost some endorsement money and been in a bigger mess than Gi is right now. Emotions, at that time, were raw.

I guess when you have the world by the proverbial balls and your look like her, there is no crying in football. Not even if your soul mate just lost on the biggest stage there is, AGAIN. Not even when some heckling asshole, rips your heart out after the Giants just stomped all over it. Nope, the rules are different for her. She is expected to just shut her mouth and look pretty because that would have been the classy thing to do. Show no emotion. Well, who ever went on record and said that Giselle had class?

Again, good thing it wasn't me. I might have started a riot right there in the lobby of the luxury boxes at Lucas Oil Stadium. Just sayin.

Whatever..

Couldn't cut it?

Hey, whatever...
I look at it as a bonus year. No one expected the Pats to be in the Super Bowl this season, and guess what? We were.

A great ride, it was, and we got lucky.

A great game, we saw. Sh*t, I've got so many "what if" scenarios that I can honestly say it was a complete team loss. They collectively gave the game away. There will be no MVP of suck for me. They all sucked.

Yes, it's painful and yes, it stings like a mutha fuc*er, but we'll survive.
We'll rise again and we'll win again. It's a game. And it's a game I love and we, in New England love and we play and compete every stinkin' year. We get to experience it all; the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. Today is agony.

Rest assured, I still love My Tommy, and I am proud to say so. Even though he's just like the little girl with the curl right in the middle of her forehead, it wasn't his fault completely in this game. There were even moments of greatness sprinkled throughout. What a game.

It was one hell of a game and it now solidifies a full blown, four alarm, New York/New England rivalry. We just ended up on the wrong side of the equation...Again.

Whatever, it happens. I was just happy to be along for the ride.

Super Sunday

This is it.

This is for all the marbles. For the Big Kahuna. For the Lombardi hardware, so that we can have an even set of four.

This is for 2007.

This is for all the king's horses and all the kings men.

And this time we don't have that arrogant swagger.

This time we know how important and how vulnerable this team and this game is. It's anybody's ball game and there is no team I would rather be taking the field with than My Tommy and the Pats. This year I won't be in Indy with my brother. I decided last Wed to give up my ticket. Too much of a logistical nightmare for me and three 50 year old, crazy guys. Can you believe I took a pass? Hey, I've been there, done that. I can check attending a New England Patriots Super Bowl win off my bucket list. This year I will be home hosting a party and will be in front of the screen come kick off. The party is half the fun anyway.

Some fun Super Bowl party facts according to The Nielsen Group:

1.25 BILLION chicken wings will be consumed Sunday.

9 out of 10 people in the US will be watching the game.

Domino's Pizza estimates they will deliver over 9million pieces of pizza.

11.2 million pounds of potato chips will be consumed and 8 million pounds of guacamole.

Historically, the team with the lower unemployment rate tends to win the Super Bowl. Today, Boston's unemployment is at 6.8 percent and New York is at 8.5 percent. This fact bodes well for the Pats, BUT, the last time a team with a higher unemployment rate beat a team with a lower unemployment rate was in 2008 when the Giants beat the Patriots in the Super Bowl. F-them.

1/3 of all adult will be betting this game and 51.7 million cases of beer will be sold. (do you think Heff is part of that equation?)

Hotels in Indy are sold out! But, if you want to stay close the airport, the Indy news is reporting that a hotel that normally charges $39.00 a night is available for $729.00 a night this weekend.

The Super Bowl is the second highest food consumption day in the US, second to Thanksgiving.

7-11 stores report an 20% increase in the sales of antacids the day AFTER the Super Bowl.



If my stomach is the only thing that is hurting after this Super Bowl, then I will be a happy girl.I'll pray for Tommy like Giselle wants me to. I'll pray to anyone who will listen. Let's bring it home.


God speed boys, bring it home to mama. We will all be waiting.

Out Of This World

Sorry about yesterday. I was in transit, on my way home from Florida. One of the things I don't like about air travel is when the plane hits a pocket of air and the craft drops quickly and dramatically. It really makes your life pass before your eyes and yesterday it made me think of a past life reading I had once, when I visited a fortune teller.

I went with some friends to a "tea room" and had the choice to have a life reading with tarot cards, tea leaves or have what they called a past life reading. I was intrigued, so I chose the past life reading. Now I know what you are going to say; that most of this sounds like complete bullsh*t and I won't even tell you how much I paid for it. (it was not a fortune) I've heard it all too, about them making up whatever they want, etc. But I will tell you this, I never forgot it.

The man that gave me the reading first told me that in a past life, I lived in London and came from a very wealthy and aristocratic family. I was a very well educated woman, married with children and I was a prominent barrister. At a young age, I was responsible for writing important laws, and worked in Parliment and had a very lucrative and fulfilling law practice. Hmmm, interesting. I immediately identified with the writer.

In my next life I was a male...HA! Really? He then told me that I was married and had two small children. I adored my wife and she passed away from illness at a very young age. He told me that I never really recovered from the death of my spouse and that I spent years in a deep depression which eventually ruined my business and my life. Interesting. At the time of my reading, I was in the process of a divorce and was not in a good place.

In my last life, he told me I was a black slave. I had endured a horrific trip over to the colonies by boat where I was beaten and raped but when I came here I was sold to a kind white woman who cared about me and educated me. I lived on a plantation and spent the majority of my days learning to read and sew. So interesting.

All this hocus pocus stuff is sort of a take it or leave it type thing. I had never really thought of a reading revealing any details from anything other than the life I was living in the present. Whether or not it's true will remain a mystery till my next life, possibly, but it certainly left an imperssion on me. So much so, that I called it to my memory in those small, air dropping minutes on the plane.

I guess your whole past lives can flash before your eyes too.