A Cautionary Tale

So My Guy and I went to a fabulous fundraiser last night, located in the town next to ours. We had a great time, and despite the heat and high humidity, the party was a success. The foundation that the evening benefited is an organization that inspires kids and we really believe in the great work that they are doing.  So after we ate some fantastic food, drank some wine and listened and laughed at the entertainment and events of the evening (I won a pair of Hudson jeans in a raffle! So excited) My Guy and I began the short drive home.

We were driving down the darkened suburban windy roads, chatting about our fantastic evening, when our headlights revealed a car in the middle of the road, horizontally, the front end smashed into a pole with full front and side airbags deployed. The dark color of the car and the moonlight of the night were almost the perfect backdrop for the bright white airbags that outlined the driver of the car who was leaning on the driver side door with her head down.

My Guy immediately pulled over and got out as I reached for my cell phone to call 911. While I was explaining to the dispatcher the location of the accident, I could see the driver was standing, dazed and confused talking to my husband. She kept saying, "I have to go now. I need to find my cell phone and get home. I just want to go home." My Guy assured her that the blood streaming form her nose and forehead were not, "fine" as she kept repeating, and he said she could not drive her car in it's condition anyway. He asked her to please sit down and wait till the paramedics arrived.

She screamed at me, "NO, don't call the police. They are going to be SO mad at me," she said. "I need to go and find my friends." And with that, she began to cry. I almost felt bad for her. Like I had ratted her out or something, because we all knew that once she got some medical attention she was going to be in a bit of trouble.There was no doubt she had been drinking. As My Guy escorted us to a safe side of the road, I told her how lucky she was that she walked away with a few bumps and scrapes, but the poor thing kept repeating, "I just want to go home. Can I go home? Please don't call the cops."

She then walked over to the passenger side of the car, which was most definitely a point of impact judging by the huge dent in the rear door, and scurried around looking for her cell phone, which she found . She called her friend. She then handed the phone to My Guy and asked him to speak to her friend. It was then that the paramedics, fire truck and police arrived. They walked over to the driver, clearly the one in need because the white shirt she was wearing was bloodstained. The police asked us our names, and we explained that we were driving home and came upon this scene. The police officer, wrote our names down and told us we were free to leave, which we did, but I couldn't help but feel terrible for this stranger, who was scared and now alone with the paramedics.

I never even asked her name.

It really happened so fast, and she was so frightened that the "cops are going to be SO mad at me", that I felt like I had to almost agree with her. She was lucky, but was she? Had we not found her in the middle of the road, who knows what would have happened? My call to 911 was immediate. I wasn't even out of my car before I had placed the call and I think it was the right thing to do, so why do I feel like I did something wrong?

Even My Guy said on the ride home, maybe we should have driven her to the hospital ourselves, but we both know that was coming from a place of compassion. Maybe even because we have all been there, although we shouldn't be. I guess the real lesson for all of us is simple. It doesn't even need to be said at this point. It's really just a cautionary tale.

Illuminati Power

Was Beyonce flashing the "Illuminati" sign?
Who is the Illuminati you ask? My daughter tell me that the Illuminati are a secret group founded for only the "incredibly rich and powerful". And I say to her, "and you believe this crap?" But he Illuminati are not what today's post is about, sorry to disappoint. That's a post for another day. The term Illuminati comes from the Greek Illuminatus which means "enlightened", and while I'm sure Beyonce is enlightened about many things, the Illuminati I speak of today refers to a powerful glow...to one's skin.

Summer is the best season to apply a sexy, ILLUMINATING glow onto sun kissed skin, and there are several ways to showcase one's luminous, powerful glow.

Liquid:

Products like the one pictured here, Smashbox's Artificial Light Luminizing Lotion in Glow, is a great way to kick up you summer sexy all over your face and body! These days I'm all about the BB or CC creams as my primer/foundation. By adding two pumps of this to your everyday foundation, tinted moisturizer or BB cream, then mixed together, gives a complexion enhancer that adds color and the perfect glow to your skin.  You the envy of everyone. You can also mix this with you favorite body lotion to give arms and legs a Hollywood glow.

Powder:

Hello gorgeous! The Celestial Powder in Candlelight by Kevyn Aucoin is a must have in any woman's makeup bag. Great for all 365 days a year, Candlelight really revs up summer cheeks and eyes with a finely milled powder that will not look dry and will give you just right amount of radiance. Where to apply exactly?
Just to the tops of the cheekbones, before your blush, and to the area under the eye to diffuse the look of fine lines and wrinkles. Apply lightly between the two eyes, above the brow and down the bridge of the nose. A powder like this can also be applied to the decollete.

Oils:

A tradition of the  French Polynesian women, this Nars Illuminating Body Glow is the most decadent way to get that Tahitian glow. Infused with Moni de Tahiti oil and  rich coconut oils, smooth this amazing smelling oil over-already dressed- arms and legs. No need for hosiery here! This decadent oil is all you need to make your legs look toned and supple with the most amazing, light sheen.

So Iluminati men, be warned...
The beauty of a well placed illuminator on any woman just may leave him utterly powerless!

The Ultimate Sports Fan

What if you could, as your last dying wish, stick the proverbial nail in your favorite sports team's coffin? No pun intended.

Scott E. Entsminger, of Mansfield, OH, who died on July 4th at the age of 55. A life long Cleveland Browns fan intended a pun indeed. Scott left instructions in his obituary requesting  "6 Cleveland Browns pallbearers so the Browns can let him down one last time". And somewhere in heaven, the sports world is laughing their proverbial asses off!

Had Entsminger known that his obituary instructions would go viral, who knows what else he would have done? According to his obituary, Mr. Entsminger wrote a song and sent it to the Cleveland Browns every year. He also offered the Browns his best advice on running the team. Maybe the Browns should have listened. Because of Entsminger's obit humor, the team is receiving the most positive press it has in years.  The team reportedly will present Entsminger's family with an official Browns jersey bearing his name at his memorial service today.

A dying man's last wish; to crack a joke heard 'round the world at the Cleveland Brown's expense. A bitter sweet ending for a long suffering fan's life but Scott, it would seem certainly had the last word. Of course, all mourners at today's service are encouraged to wear their Cleveland Browns clothing in honor of Scott.

Monday Morning Blues

Post mini vacation and this is me.

I suck today.

Just no good. But it's back to the grind anyway because life waits for no man.
So I decided that a joke today should liven things up....of course, this is NSFW, so keep the volume low.

Now that was funny~ Happy Monday bloggers!!

Caped Crusader

Happy Fourth of July Bloggers!

I'm off for the rest of the week. Going to enjoy the southern tip of my great state and spend it on Cape Cod!
I wish you many happy sunsets, fireworks displays, and great summertime BBQ's with the people you love. This is the best time of the year and for me, the weather is looking mighty fine. High 80's with no rain in sight. My wish is the same for you, wherever you may be.

Enjoy your independence Bloggers!
See you on Monday, July 8th.
xoxo

Tips And Tricks For Cool Kids

So a friend of mine sent this to me and I loved it! I sooo wanted to share it with you.

Hull strawberries easily by using a straw.

Rubbing a walnut over scratches in your furniture will disguise dings and scrapes

 This one is my favorite.Overhaul your linen cupboard, store bed linen sets inside one of their own pillowcases and there will  be no more hunting through piles for a match.          

 Pump up the volume by placing your iPhone or iPod in a bowl.  The concave shape amplifies the music.

Use wire to make a space to store gift wrap rolls against the ceiling, rather than clutter up the floor.

Add this item to your beach bag.  Baby powder gets sand off your skin easily, who knew?

Find tiny lost items like earrings by putting a
stocking over the vacuum hose.

Make an instant cupcake carrier by cutting crosses into a box lid.

Forever losing your bathroom essentials?  Use magnetic strips to store bobby pins, tweezers and clippers, behind a vanity door

Store shoes inside shower caps to stop dirty soles rubbing on your clothes.  And you can find them in just about every hotel.

Bread tags make the perfect cord labels.

Bake cupcakes directly in ice-cream cones, so much more fun and easier for kids to eat.

Install a tension rod to hang your spray bottles.

Turn your muffin pan upside down, bake cookie-dough over the top and voila, you have cookie bowls for fruit or ice-cream.

Freeze Aloe Vera in ice-cube trays for soothing sunburn relief.

Very cool sunburn relief!  

There you have it bloggers! I'm sure you found something helpful among these tips! 

Killer Instinct

There's been a lot of talk of murder going on in these parts. What with the trial of the century taking place in Boston, the tales of cold, calculated and useless killings scatter the pages of my morning newspaper daily. Aaron Hernandez's alleged killing spree, seemingly playing on a continuous news loop, leave me to think about the motive for so much murder.

For Whitey and the boys, killing was an everyday part of their business. And they were running a very fruitful business. It was a simple means to an end. A" do what we say and nobody get's hurt" type of thing, but far too many people got hurt. They ended up dead because killing was their business. It wasn't personal it was business and they were very good at it. What was another kill when you had already killed so many?

So if Whitey's gang killed to keep business going, what was Aaron Hernandez's business? These two men are a lot more alike than one would think. They killed because they could. And they got away with it because they both believed that their "business" made them untouchable. Their money and their "positions" gave them power. Whitey was the ruthless head of a crime organization that nobody wanted to mess with. What we now know is that although their gang had the intimidation factor on the streets covered, they really were untouchable. They had the Fed's in their back pockets. It's amazing what a couple of career Feds will do for unlimited amounts of cash and drugs and what a group of ruthless thugs will do when the system looks the other way.

But Hernandez? He seemingly had it all.

He had been gifted athletically and worked hard physically, then coddled because of his football ability. That kind of ability puts butts in stadium seats and sets advertiser's hearts aflutter which translates into big dollars. So much so, that Hernandez, at the ripe old age of 23, was paid a $40 million dollar king's ransom to show up and play. $12 million of it, just for putting his signature on a piece of paper.

One has to wonder why throw that away?

It is no secret that Hernandez had questionable dealings with bad people. His name entered into the NFL draft with high hopes, but his reputation for trouble preceded him. His appeal was tainted and many teams took a pass on him. They didn't want the trouble. The Pats thought they could change him. They thought that 40 million would rehab his gangsta ways and that he would play nice now that he was a valued member of the team. But 40 million and "NFL star" attached to his name has a funny way of bringing with it hero worship and a feeling of entitlement. It could almost be argued that it made his taste for blood more ravenous.

Both men killed because they could. It's that simple. In Whitey's case, intimidation and Federal backing made him untouchable and he never thought he would need to worry about the consequences. He owned the consequences. Hernandez thought the same thing. If he didn't own the consequences, he could certainly buy them.  He had covered his tracks before, what would make this time different?

Money, power, fame. A lethal combination. And all for what? The thrill of the kill? Look at them now.

I can think of $40 million reasons not to.