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Christmas Wish List – Part 2

Some of you may not know this about me, but I am a huge Star Wars nerd.  I mean, I’m not a super geek or anything, but I grew up watching Stars Wars (likely where my initial love for Harrison Ford began, followed, of course, by Indiana Jones), I played Star Wars with my brother and cousins, I even have a crazy Chewbacca doll from when a Christmas when I was very little ….this one, actually:

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Apparently, these dolls are worth a ton of money these days…especially if they have the ammo belts – WHICH MINE DOES!

And a few weeks ago, while in Florida, I got to meet Chewy himself.  It was an incredible moment for us both.😉

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NEW BEST FRIEND ALERT!!  We had a special moment.  The dude wookie and I are near soul mates.

So, for the past couple of years I have been wanting, desperately, a Han Solo cell phone case.  I mean, this is pretty much the coolest thing ever created.

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FYI: I have a crappy Samsung Galaxy S4 (which I hate, btw)

I keep going to order one, but never do.  I have also been wanting, yet, it remains in my unshipped cart, a Daryl Dixon phone case.  Just because it looks super rad (and, of course, because it’s Daryl Dixon):

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How fly would my shitty Samsung look wrapped up in leather and wings???

In the meantime, while I wait patiently for Santa to find me, if you see this guy around, will you send him my way?  PLEASE:

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Adorbs!!

~Cheers

2016 Christmas Wish List – Part 1

Today I put up my Christmas tree.  This may be the earliest I’ve put it up but, it has been crappy weather outside, I’m home, and after doing some crazy Black Friday weekend shopping yesterday in the City with the girls (followed by an evening of spicy wine and girl chats) I was kind of in the mood.

So, the tree is up, the presents are underneath (although not yet wrapped), and I did some more shopping this afternoon.

I also got a massive splinter underneath my fingernail in the midst of all this, which is still dug in there and doesn’t seem like it’s planning to vacate itself anytime soon.

But, since I’m at the computer already and basically in the Christmas mood, here is the very first of my Christmas Wish List posts for 2016.

BIB NECKLACE

I love bib necklaces.  They are the perfect way to make a statement and dress up any outfit.

I have a few “sorta” bib necklaces, but when I visited Amazon recently I was overwhelmed and jealous of all the gorgeous necklaces that popped up.  I want one…or two….or a half dozen.

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I mean, isn’t it *JUST*

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Just enough

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This is one of my favorites – and currently in my cart on Amazon.ca

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I love every variation

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And of course the list wouldn’t be complete without an orange one (I have a yellow one in my cart)

 

Listen, if anyone out there in WordPress Land wants to indulge me and buy me a bib necklace like these – or any variation – I happily accept.

~Cheers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

House of Wax (2005)

I originally saw House of Wax back in 2005 when it was released.  I remember it being creepy then but, for some reason, I forgot all about it.

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http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0397065/?ref_=nv_sr_1

Until last weekend.  I was up really on Saturday morning and it was on TV.  I couldn’t watch it then, not starting in the middle, so I decided to watch it Sunday evening – before The Walking Dead season premier.  Which, on a side note*, was a very.bad.idea.

*{I mean, did you see The Walking Dead?  I think that is the most brutal television I have ever witnessed…..And I watched Dylan’s wife basically mistakenly get assassinated on 90210, breaking my teenaged heart!!  Someone referred to the Sunday night’s The Walking Dead episode as “beautiful brutality”, and I guess maybe it was.  Because, those of us who have watched the show from the beginning have become so emotionally involved in it, we haven’t been subjected to that kind of violence and loss-of-humanity on TV before, have we?  I certainly hadn’t.}

I was so literally traumatized from TWD, and from this darn movie, that I couldn’t sleep.  I couldn’t even close my eyes.  I eventually got up out of bed and roamed around for a bit, but not before turning my side lamp on at least four times.  Just to clear my head.

Anyway, House of Wax is a pretty good movie.  It’s not quite Screambut really, nothing is.

It’s got some pretty folks in it.  It’s got Paris Hilton getting slaughtered a bit, which, back in 2005, when Paris Hilton was (fuckingunfortunately) a household “thing”, was pretty awesome.

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Spoiler Alert:  You’re Welcome!

It’s got spooks and some grossness and some thrills.

And then it’s got this guy popping up.

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No freakin’ wonder I couldn’t sleep!!

The movie apparently doesn’t have much, if anything to do with the original House of Wax, starring Vincent Price.  Although, that creepy-ass white face up there is named “Vincent” in the movie….and I literally just got that.  Duh!

But it was a freaky little movie that I would have enjoyed a lot more if I were surrounded by a horde of people….and puppies….in the daytime.

~Sandy

Horror Hotel

As I continue with the tradition of watching scary movies in October to prepare for Halloween, here’s a little treat:

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Last week I watched Horror Hotel (aka. City of the Dead) on TV.  It’s an old black and white from 1960 and it did not fail to creep.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053719/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1

It stars a young Christopher Lee and a bunch of other people I’ve never heard of.

The movie starts out 300 years before the present time in Massachusetts with Elizabeth Selwyn being burned at the stake for witchcraft. As she’s burning she curses  the town and its people.

Jump to present day to Christopher Lee as a professor teaching tales of witchcraft from his hometown -where said witch Elizabeth was burned, and one of his students, Nan, having the beauty idea of going to the cursed town to work on her thesis.  Brainiac.  Seriously.

When Nan enters the town she is greeted by a stranger – who has a habit of disappearing.  Literally.  Right from the passenger seat of her car.

The town is clearly ominous as it is coated with a thick, dark fog all the time.  Right then and then is when I’d be turning my ass around and going back to wherever it is I came from.  But not Nan.  She decides to check into the Horror Hotel – which is kept shop by none other than the reincarnate of Elizabeth Selwyn – now Mrs. Newless.

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Gimme a break – I would burn this beyotch again and again!

The townspeople stare and give her the evil eye on more than one occasion.  Things go missing.  Things appear.  Dead birds are planted.  Stabbed through the heart.  And dumbass Nan sticks around.

I’m going to give anymore of the story away but for a movie made in 1960 about witches and witchcraft – it was pretty good.  Definitely lame at times.  Definitely some bad and overacting at times, but it gave a few shudders.

Up next, House of Wax.

~Sandy

 

My Neighbors Are Vampires!

I have new neighbors.  I met them a month ago when I was celebrating my birthday and having a huge party at our community venue.  They just happened to be strolling by and popped their heads in, and me, being a social butterfly, flew out the door to make new best friends, and enticed them to come back later and join the party.
Since then, I have been convinced more and more that they are, indeed, vampires.
(I’m not going to refer to them by name, I’ll call them Benny and June.)
First, they are very gothic in appearance: pale skin, long dark hair, extremely good looking.  Sexy even.
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Second, they are creatures people of the night.  Honestly, I have almost never seen them in the light of day.  One exception – when I invited them to lunch….I’ll get to that later.  There never seems to be any action on their property until at least late in the day; usually after dark.  Most of the time I’m just getting home from a class – well after dusk – and they’re pulling out of their yard.  They claim it’s because they’re musicians and living the musician lifestyle that they’re up late but…I dunno.   Seems to me that many musicians I know venture out into daylight.
Also, Benny has even been doing renos on his huge gothic-looking house….INCLUDING changing a gigantor window – after dark.  Who changes a window after dark?  In fact, who does house renos after dark??  VAMPIRES!!
In addition – they sometimes disappear for days at a time.  Sure, they say they’re on tour, and their social media accounts support this, but even the Cullens had to leave for several days in order to feed.
Third, they are so charming.  Especially Benny – and maybe that’s just because he’s a dude and attractive, but they are so charming.  When they ventured back to my birthday party last month they were even kind enough to bring a gift. Whatt???   And Benny had his dark hair slicked back and was rocking a black leather jacket.  Charm, style, goth = vampire.
Benny is actually kind of mesmerizing.  Again, maybe this is because he is a dude.
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Not really Benny

June is beautiful, with her pale skin and long black curly locks; but Benny is mesmerizing.  I just stare.  (And giggle.)
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Not quite June

Fourth, I haven’t seen them eat anything.   At my party they did not indulge in the food service (and who turns down gummy worms?? My bartenders even indulged in the gummy worms!), and when we went for lunch, June didn’t touch a thing.  In addition, we went for sushi and, tho Benny did have a roll, it was a fish roll of some sort…raw fish.  Raw. Meat.  Vampire.  On top of this, the photos I’ve seen of Benny drinking have all been of red wine.  Hmm, red wine or…..blood??
Halloween is right around the corner and I am not above popping over there on October 31 to see what.is.up.
Vampires.
*Note:.  Although all the above events are accurate, the indication that my new neighbors are vampires is in jest.  Somewhat.   They are quite lovely.  For vampires.

Tales from the Fog

Last weekend I got a hankerin’ to start my Halloween movie watching – albeit a little early.  With the coolness in the air last weekend, and now that the leaves are starting to change color and develop their crisp, Autumn scent, it seemed appropriate that my viewing  would come sooner this year.

My beau and I were talking about Stephen King’s Silver Bullet and, of course, that’s what I decided to spend a late, lazy Sunday afternoon watching.  After spending nearly all of my weekend working on my fitness biz, it was a perfect-ish way to relax for a few hours.

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Total 80’s creepiness and fromage.  Oh-so-fromage.

And, as always, Silver Bullet did not let me down.  Corey Haim and Megan Follows are forever perfect as Jane and Marty, siblings dueling with each other, and with a werewolf – with a conscience.

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Childhood horror heroes (and Anne of Green Gables, yo)

And, of course, we can’t forget Gary Busey.  I love that dude.  He is spazz-tastic.  Just say no to drugs, kids.

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Um….caption this….anyone?

So, there I was, Sunday evening, watching Silver Bullet with not another thought to it.  A movie I’d seen a bunch of times before.  And all was well.

Then, Monday morning came.  Eaaarly Monday morning.  I’ve been teaching fitness classes in the park very early Monday mornings since the summer and as the summer came closer to ending, the later the sun has been rising.  And last week when I went out, not only was it pitch dark, it was foggy.  There was a thick rolling fog.  Perfect for a nervous Nelly….and werewolves.

As I’m waiting for my class participants to arrive, I’m sitting in my car, doors locked, of course, staring down over the park, trying to see through the thickness of the fog.  And texting my friend about the possibility of werewolf attacks.  She called me a fool and said there was no such thing as werewolves.

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Don’t think I DON’T see you lurking there.  This was pretty much my view at  the park.  Pretty much.  ;)

But, I’m pretty sure that the last person who got attacked by a werewolf was certain there was no such thing as werewolves.

Next up (hopefully):  Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the original!)

~Sandy

Enchanted

If there’s one thing I love in this crazy, busy, mixed up world, it’s a good book.
I love everything about them.  I love the way they feel, the texture, the smell – especially old, beat up novels with their eerie history.  I
It is my dream in life to have a huge parlor-like room with walls lined from floor to ceiling with books upon books upon books.
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My friend Cheri has somewhat accomplished this dream.  I am forever envious.  

For as long as I can remember I have always wanted or needed a book on the go. Something to keep me occupied and keep my mind at work.  Something to comfort. Something to take me away from this place and experience an adventure inside my head.
I think my love affair with the written word started from birth!  I assume my mother read to me then.  And I can remember being very young and my mom always reading to us; me and my brother.  She would read us bedtime stories – shorts from Dr. Seuss to novels such as The Wizard of Oz, promising a new chapter the next night – and she would read to us while waiting for medical appointments.  And she would take us, countless times, to second-hand bookstores where would slink around quietly, and load up on books.
I remember getting hooked on Archie comics when I was 5 or 6.  Fumbling through each story (asking my mother over and over how to pronounce “Veronica”).  I couldn’t get enough of those short little stories.  Zip, zip, zip. And another book was finished.  Eventually I moved on to bigger books, although Cinderella was always my favorite, I needed more….I needed chapters!  And so the affair grew.  And it has continued to grow.
Years ago when I lived in the City I worked very late hours.  I would come home and read to (attempt to) unwind, instead, I would get wrapped up in a story that would take me into the early hours of the morning.  Lost Girls by Andrew Pyper was a book that I had wanted and was gifted to me by my spectacular sister-in-law.  That book kept my mind so busy late at night. It was scary as hell and kept me up with fear, yet I continued to read it.  I was enthralled.

When I injured my back several years ago and was down and out and barely able to walk, books kept me sane and busy.  And when I first started working out, books are what kept me going.  I’d jump on the elliptical with a novel and boom!  Just like that an hour (or sometimes two!) would be gone.

When I read, when I’m really involved in a story, something happens to me.  I’m transported to another place.  Page by page and chapter by chapter I find myself getting deeper into the world I’m reading about.  As if I’m there.  As if I’m the character. There are days when I want to do nothing but read because I’m so obsessed with the story.  That’s what happens when I read Grisham.  And it’s what’s happening now with the current book I’m reading (The Witch of Belladonna Bay by Suzanne Palmieri).  This book has enchanted me.  Like you wouldn’t believe.  I cannot get enough of it.
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*sigh* My new best friend…my summer escape.

That was the same for me the first time I read Jaws and when I read Grisham’s The Rainmaker.  And last year, when I finally finished studying for my Nutrition exam, with Andrew Pyper’s The Guardians.  Those books enchanted me.  I read them all in just a matter of a few days.  Like those books, The Witch of Belladonna Bay is constantly on my mind.  It’s like it’s seeped into my soul.  All I want to do is sit in the sun or snuggle in my bed and get lost in this other world.  (Thankfully my BFF is on vacation this week so I’m able to read in the sun during my lunch break.  I’m such a dork!)
Maybe this quaint little story about witches is itself enchanted.  Who knows?  But it’s got me hooked.
I get so lost in these worlds it’s like I’m watching a movie – or living in it.  I’m a very vivid reader and the words become so picturesque and move along easily and colorfully.  It’s better than TV.  Television never calls to me like a good book does.
I have already zipped through 5 books since the start of this summer (I think that’s a record for me), and I can’t wait to start a new one.  The only thing, however, is that when I get really involved with a book – like I am right now – I’m always sad at the end…when it’s over.  When the adventure concludes.  There have been many books that have made me cry and many books that I’ve cried at the finality of the ending.  I find no shame in that.  I’m a sensitive being and when one becomes so involved in a story – whether it be real, written, or televised – there is no shame in feeling the sorrow in the loss of what seems to have become a good friend, or in the experience itself.
I’m looking forward to finishing TWOBB in the next day or so, but I have a feeling that I have become so wrapped up in, not only the words themselves, but in the emotion this story carries, that I will, at some point before its end, bawl like a baby.
And once that moment is over, I will move on to the next adventure and become enchanted all over again.
~Cheers