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Hang in there, Gord

Yesterday Canada got hit with some pretty tragic news: Gord Downie of the band The Tragically Hip has been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.

Gord Downie for promotional use / CD packaging

Gord Downie via promotional use / CD packaging/Gordon Hawkins

This news has bombarded my Facebook feeds for the last 30+ hours.  It’s a big deal to us.

Glenn Milchem of Blue Rodeo posted on his Facebook:  “Gord Downie is the people’s poet laureate, the man who built the bridge between high art and hoser culture. He is a tireless supporter of Canadian independent music and someone who never compromised his creative goals for commercial gain, yet achieved unprecedented success in Canada on his own terms and helped create our cultural identity. He’s a trailblazer, one of a kind, a true Canadian hero. The news of his illness is tragic but what he’s given us will last forever.

My comment to Glenn: “Gord Downie is a lyrical genius. His talent is underappreciated. Tragic.”

My brother first introduced me to The Tragically Hip when I was still in high school.  I actually didn’t appreciate them at the time – but I grew and my taste in music has (somewhat) grown.

My brother had asked for one of their CDs for his birthday.  I bought it for him and, in turn since, have “borrowed” the CD and never returned it (apparently, borrowing items and not returning them is “my thing”).  I’ve since seen them in concert a few times and I’m looking forward to seeing Gord, albeit a sad farewell, on his last train out.


Live Between Us – one of the best of the best

The Hip are more than a band.  Yes, they are Canadian icons.  But they’re also incredible artists.  Gord’s creativity in his writing is magical.  Gord tells stories.  Not just tales but actual stories.  Wheat Kings, one of my favorite songs, with its haunting melody, tells the story of David Milgaard, a young Winnipeg-born hippie wrongly accused of the grisly rape and murder of Sasketchewan nurse Gail Miller.  (You can read the complete reference here.

As fans, I think we’re all still reeling from this information.  We Canadians take our music, and our celebrities, very seriously (have you seen my million posts on Blue Rodeo?).  We often feel a connection to our bands and our actors and our hockey players.  And Gord is everyone’s buddy.

If you’ve been fortunate enough to see him in concert you’ll understand.  He’s charismatic and he’s intelligent and he’s engaging. His songs are able to reach you in a way that not many others can.  He is, indeed, a lyrical genius.

We will now, as a nation, rock on with Gord.  We will support him and pray for him and we will cheer him.

When the inevitable happens, we, as a nation, will mourn him and we will mourn the loss of an incredibly talented musician and writer and artist.  As we, as a nation, will ache together.

And Gord’s death will be tragically (un)hip.


Vancouver – October 10, 2006 – John Mackie story – Gord Downie, lead singer for Tragically Hip. (Glenn Baglo/Vancouver Sun)


You All Need to Watch This

I saw this the other day and thought “Wow! This is horrible!”

Click the link:


‘I hope your boyfriend beats you.’ The PSA every man you know should see

This is some absolutely despicable behavior and it needs to be stopped.  Now!

(Here’s hoping the link works.)



Valentine’s ReBlog

Happy Valentine’s Day!  *barf*

Just kidding.  It’s been a pretty good weekend.  I spent it at my beau’s but he’s had a man-cold the last few days and woke up today feeling like a bus ran over him….twice.  Poor  guy.  So, we’re postponing V-day dinner and instead, I hit the gym to run a few miles.  Lord knows I don’t need to get sick.

But in the spirit of Valentine’s Day and it being completely overrated and lame I’ve decided to be super awesome and re-post my CRAPPY VALENTINE’S  from a few years ago.  (And once again WordPress has changed the format of the site and I’m trying to figure out how to add the link.)

Now that I’m home I’m going to sit back and binge watch Law & Order: SVU merely to catch up with Anic/StunBunny so that we can bond over our mutual love Peter Scanavino (aka Carisi):

Peter Scanavino

“How you doin’??”

and hope that this damn cold weather goes away soon – after all – that damn hedgehog DID NOT SEE its shadow two weeks ago and *this girl* is looking forward to less laying and way less road salt!





A Super Bowl Sunday Story

Happy Super Bowl, everyone!

As the weekend approached I remembered this silly little story from back in the day and figured, meh, why the heck shouldn’t I share my sadness and stupidity with you?

When I was 15, a few days before the Super Bowl I received in the mail a letter from Publisher’s Clearing House stating that “I could already be a winner” of something like $15 million bucks!!  I was young, naive, and ecstatic.  The winner was going to be provided with the cheque on Super Bowl Sunday.

I thoroughly believed that I was going to win 15 million dollars.  *le sigh*

So, Sunday approached and, while everyone was making plans and doing their thing, I made my best friend come hang out with me allllll day so that she could be there when my winnings arrived.


But, the faux cheque they sent me HAD my name etched into it already…..so I had to win, right??

Every damn time the phone rang I thought it was Ed McMahon calling for directions.  And every single time I heard a car coming down the street my heart jumped into my throat and I held my breath.  And every time the car kept driving past my house I felt a little more devastation enter my heart.

This idiocy went on for hours.  Eventually Kim had to go home, and sometime around midnight I figured it was time to let go of the dream.

Damn you, Ed McMahon!

Entertainer Ed McMahon (March 6, 1923  June 23, 2009).

I mean, how could I ever have trusted this face??? (Ed McMahon (March 6, 1923 June 23, 2009).

Go ahead.  Laugh at a girl who’s down and out $15 million dollars.  Kick me too while you’re at it.


Tub Heart

I was a little teary tonight about the departure of a friend – and just as I was thinking about it I saw this little heart-shaped puddle on the edge of my bath tub and my own heart feels a little better.

Tub Heart


Christmas Wish List #7

This is a reblog from last year.


My little heart still desires this portable turntable (or any turntable, really.  Or even a new needle for my turntable), because I still truly believe that everything sounds better on vinyl.



Christmas Wish List #6

I used to be a shower girl.  Then I discovered Lush bath bombs.  And now I am a bath girl.

My favorite part of my workouts is getting to soak my sad, sore muscles in a luxury bath when I’m finished.

I have a horde of Lush bath bombs in a treasure chest so that I never run out.

My absolute favorite bombs are:

Big Blue

LUSH Big Blue

and Lord of Misrule (I love me some patchouli)

LUSH Lord of Misrule

The crappy thing about Lord of Misrule bombs is that it’s only around for Christmas.  It really needs to be around all year.  Really.

Lush is always coming up with new products and a few on my list to try are:

The Experimenter

LUSH experimenter


LUSH Stardust

Golden Wonder (anything that glitters catches my eye!)

LUSH Golden wonder

Actually, who am I kidding?  I would be happy with any Lush product.

I’d also really like to visit to the Lush Oxford Street store…hello bath product dreamland!





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