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A Not-So-Christmas Story

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Not so many years ago, while at a staff Christmas party, my co-worker and I were mingling and chatting.  I had a cute new dress…specifically picked out for the season.  My co-worker was just about 8 months pregnant at the time (hello DD!).
While we were chatting with other colleagues and talking about friend’s pregnancy, one of them, a man in his 50’s who is completely socially awkward and tactless, looked at me and said “are you pregnant too, Sandy?”  As he was getting elbowed and told to “stop talking” by another colleague, I said “Why?  Do I look pregnant, Bob*?
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His reply, as he is still being elbowed and ushered to shut up, “No, but your boobs look bigger!”
RAINE

The “I will CUT you” look I gave  “Bob”

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My colleague when she realized the possibility of a sexual harassment suit.

*Not his real name…his identity has been protected…..for his own sake.
~Cheerio
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O’ Christmas Tree

Last night it snowed.  And it snowed a lot.  At least it snowed at Honey Boo Boo’s.  It came down fast and heavy and covered the ground and the trees with a fierceness and a beauty that only December can bring.

And now it’s Sunday evening and it is raining – heavy and wet and mixed with ice.  Rain that is coming down so fast and heavy with its own fierceness, I can hear it beating off the window.  Weather that seemingly only Nova Scotia can bring.

And I’m pissed!  I was all set to go to a community Christmas Tree lightening tonight with my BFF and her little one.  My first tree lighting/community anything in a very long time.  In fact, I was more than set.  I was there.  I parked just on the outskirts of town, all bundled up, and I walked to the centre where the “show” was supposed to happen.  It had just started a bit of freezing rain when I left and I had my umbrella in hand, but I didn’t expect the down pour that’s happening outside right now.  Let’s just say it’s a good thing I brought it.

Once Spanky and her mini-me and family arrived, we were told that the tree lighting happened a half hour before.  Uh, what?  It was supposed to happen at 6pm!  But those mofos lit that damn tree up at 5:30. Grrr.

So, since it was raining, there was no point in standing around in the cold and damp, we said our goodbyes and I declined a drive back out of town to my car.  I wanted the walk, regardless of the weather.  And since I missed a tree lighting, I decides to take a picture of the decorated lawn trees I passed on my way in and out of town.

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YUP.  There you go.  Rather pathetic isn’t it?

Ah well…It was a short 40 minute adventure that I rather enjoyed.

Cheers.

 


New ‘Do and Feeling Fabu

A very long time ago, at least 20 years, I cut my hair off because my best friend dared me to.  That was the last time I had a major hair cut.  I’ve been blond, I’ve had bangs, I’ve gone straight, but other than that, I’ve had little more than a trim.

I have naturally curly hair that often seems like a cross between Chewbacca and Kenny G., and the idea of cutting it off was terrifying.  Mostly because it’s so hard to style.  I have had hair envy for short (and long) ‘dos for a long time, but just never had the guts to go for it……

Until now!

(Jules and Andy – Here’s your pic!)

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Short Hair, DO CARE!!

I’m loving it!  I am so happy with my decision to chop it off!  I grinned all the way home that night.  It feels so much healthier and it’s full of body and bounce!  My hair was damaged from straightening and blow-drying for so long.  I made the right decision.

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Keri Russell’s hair here was my inspiration.

And if cutting my hair off wasn’t enough to make me feel fantastic, the other night, Honey Boo Boo and I were at a grocery store.  I came to the end of his lane to wait for him.  When he was done, his cashier closed her register and was coming out of her cubby when saw me.  She stopped dead in her tracks…I thought she was going to ask me if I was looking for something because she just glared at me and didn’t move.  When she finally spoke she said “you are so beautiful”.  I just looked at her and half laughed.  She said “I’m serious.  You are beautiful and you have the most gorgeous eyes and smile.”

Um…wow.  That was completely unexpected.  Thank you grocery lady new best friend.  That just added glory to how I have already been feeling. ❤

Cheers,

 


A Swipe of Lipstick and My Best Friend

I’ve been very sad since my poor Winston died last month.  I would never have expected that I would miss a cat so much…but whenever I think about him, I get a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes and almost always, the inevitable crying happens.

Then a week and a half ago, I smoked a deer with my car.  Ugh!!  My luck is sucktastic.  Fortunately, I was able to brake a bit and just nailed him in the ass.  But still….the thought of harming an animal – especially after losing my cat – is stressful and hard on the nerves…and heart.  AND I’m out a car for a month.  (The deer is fine, by the way.  He was a big boy and kept on going.)

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Ugh….poor Elvis.  😦

And last week we had a bunch of crap snow and ice storming here in Nova Scotia (schools were shut down for 3 days) and the roads were a mess so travel was limited.

Needless to say, with all that’s been going on, I’ve been feeling pretty blue.

So Saturday my best friend and I made a road trip into the City for all the Black Friday deals and Christmas shopping.  We had a hoot of a time.

She is the girl that I laugh with most.  We basically have our own language – some made up words, some singing, some animal sounds, and a whole lot of cursing.

And on top of spending the entire day with her outside of work (yep, we work together), I bought myself a new lipstick.  A bright rosy color that is normally out of my pallet (and not for this time of year).  Whowuddathunk that a lipstick could boost your mood?  I mean, I always feel better with lipstick on anyway, but this pink is making me feel sassy and smiley!

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A Bright Pink to Brighten the Day

The day in its entirety cheered me up.

~Cheers


Please Stop…..

A rant.

Stop

Please stop…

…Taking pictures of your dinner.  Unless you have a waiter setting your cheese on fire or there is a 7-tiered waffle cake going on, I don’t need your photos of Mac and Cheese and mashed potatoes spamming up my feed!

…Reading your phone while walking!  Seriously.  You’re going to get hurt.  Especially if I run your ass over.  PUT THE PHONE DOWN and get out of the middle of the street.

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Sheep.  Baa Baa

…Using “I” and “me” in the wrong context.  You sound stupid.  This isn’t rocket science.

…Tagging me in rando crap on Facebook with another 47 people.  Really…this is basically chain mail, isn’t it?  Stop it.

…Posting pictures or videos of abused animals.  I don’t want to see it.  I just lost my cat.  I DO NOT want to see photos of animals being tortured or neglected.  JUST STOP.  You’re not making a difference.  We know it’s happening.  I don’t want it creeping into my nightmares.  THERE ARE WAYS TO HELP.  Facebook is not necessarily the way.

…Wearing shoes you can’t walk in.  I’m talking to you girl with the 3 inch stilettos hobbling along, bent over at the waist, trying to stay upright.  If you can’t walk in them, don’t wear them.  You shouldn’t look like a newborn deer or Mr. Magoo.

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…Saying you’re not eating carbs.  Especially when you don’t know what a carb is.  Your body needs carbs.  Carrots are carbs.  Apples are carbs.  (And don’t even get me started on Keto!!)

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End of rant.  For now.

~Sandy


Full Circle

Winston died 4 weeks ago today.  This morning, actually.  And although I am still in full devastation mode, the days have been seemingly a teensy bit better.  I can’t imagine I’ll ever get over this loss, but I’m managing.

The morning he died, we had a delivery to my office and one of the delivery men was my friend’s “little” brother.  I say that but I suppose once you hit a certain age, you stop referring to people as little anything.  I was surprised to see him because he is not our usual delivery person.  But there were two of them so he might have been in training that morning.

My office door had been closed most of that day because I was bawling the entire day and just honestly didn’t feel like talking to anyone.  But for some reason, my door was open when these guys came in.  I think maybe someone had been in back with me checking on me.  Little Brother and the other delivery guy popped around the corner to make their way downstairs and spotted me in my office….crying.  I said hello, as one does, and they both stopped with sheer concern on their respective faces and asked if I was okay.  My coworker announced the news that my Winston had just died that morning.  They both expressed condolences, and Little Brother came right in and gave me a big hug.  He started exclaiming to his colleague that “Sandy is the love of my life.  I have loved her since I was 10 years old!”

Waiittt…..what?????

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Apparently, I was Little Brother’s big crush.  I had no idea.  His sister and I were such good friend in high school and the years that followed and spent a lot of time at each other’s houses.  How did I not know this?  Maybe it’s because he was Little Brother.  Just a cute little blond teddy bear that always says hi and hugs me through the years when we see each other.  I never thought twice about it….

But would you look at that?  I was someone else’s Jordan Catalano.

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Full Circle.

~Sandy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


RIP BLR

19 years ago today I was awoken in the earliest hours of the morning.  My grandmother had died.  She didn’t pass away.  She didn’t move on.  She died.  Cancer took her from us.  And in those moments, my family was broken.  And we have never fully recovered.
We knew it was coming.  But we were praying for a miracle.  And maybe we got a miracle in some other way.  But our miracle for her to be healed, although answered once before, was left undone this time.
My mom had stayed at the hospital that night and I remember the phone ringing and then my dad coming to wake me.  We were going to say our final goodbyes before she was taken away.
That was the first time I’d ever seen my dad cry.  My grandmother, my mom’s mom, my nanny, was our family matriarch.  She was loved by everyone.  She kept us all close and together.  She had more spunk than you can ever imagine.  She was our big solid rock in the center of our earth.
And then she was gone.
She had a smile that would light up a room.  She was mischievous and funny and she loved jokes.  She was the best hugger.  She could kiss away any boo boo.  She liked Clint Eastwood and Billy Ray Cyrus.  (Who else’s nanny rode a moped??)  I have told you before about Hitting the Family JackpotHitting the Family Jackpot and she was our number one prize.
And then she was gone.
Life has never been the same without her.
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We were broken that day.  Shattered in our hearts and in a way that we have not fully learned how to repair.  But we have pulled together and are doing our best to get through until we meet her again.
RIP BLR ❤  Forever in our hearts.

Must Haves – Part 3

These Shoes!

These shoes right here!!

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Several years ago I posted about some very gorgeous Party Shoes that had caught my eye.  And well, these red shoes have definitely caught my eye.

They showed up in my inbox via the H&M holiday email.  They are so gorgeous and I have been searching for them ever since.

But they’re not on H&M’s website (that I can find) or in any of their Instagram photos.  So I have no idea if they’re even H&M brand.  But they are sooooo pretty.  Don’t they just make you want to cry?

~Sandy

 


Looking for Inspiration

I’ve been having a really rough few months.  My cat got sick in late July and stopped eating altogether at the start of August.  I spent a lot of time and money at the vet trying to find out what was wrong with him but to no avail.  (At least not with that vet clinic!)  I spent the rest of the summer whipping him up tuna smoothies and feeding him via syringe.  It was comparable to having a newborn….I was up all hours of the night.  If he wanted to eat at 3am, I was up feeding him, any time he got up or stirred, I was awake too, checking on him.  Waiting while he used his litter box, bringing him back to bed so he was close by, petting him, and listening to him purr.

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Winston.  KING!  My boy.  Forever in my heart!

Even though he had three different veterinarians check him (and a dozen visits), I finally had enough and took him to a new clinic and vet.  Turns out, my poor boy had a cancerous mass on his kidney and my time left with him was limited.

I can’t get too much further into it because I am still grieving – heavily.  But, Winston moved on to Kitty Heaven almost two weeks ago.  My heart has been broken.  My sweet boy had been by my side for 12 and a half years and I am still getting used to him not being here.  I would give anything to be able to pick him up and cuddle him and listen to him purr like a little motor.  I’d go another summer of sleepless nights to have him flip his water dish over or claw me in the middle of the night or scamper underneath my feet, making me fall.

But he’s not here.  And I haven’t cried yet today but I can feel the lump forming in my throat and the tears are glossing over in my eyes, so I have to stop talking/writing/thinking about him for a little bit and gather my emotions.

And yes.  I’m grieving for my cat.  He was more than a cat.  He was a companion and a friend and a guardian.  He was my boy.  I will be grieving for him for a long time.

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So there it is.  That’s how my life has been going the last three and a half months.  Worry and fear and stress and sadness and anxiety.  And sleepless nights.  But I would do it all again for him.  For just a few moments more with him.

Now here I am.  At a loss for inspiration and with this dull, constant ache inside me.  Thankful for the distractions of work and friends and whatever else happens to pop into my life these days.  Last week is was Halloween.  And now we’re moving onto Christmas.  And here I am on a Monday evening in early November writing an ode or memoir to my Winston with a Hallmark Christmas movie and Candace Cameron Bure as background noise while I type and search for inspiration for upcoming posts.

If you have any suggestions, I am open to them.  At least for a bit.  I need the distractions because when I am alone with my thoughts I am bombarded with sadness and then I just can’t delay the tears.  And once that flood gate is open…oh my.   It just won’t stop.

So please, if you have any ideas for me – so I can have something to write about and not dwell on the death and now the absence of my longtime companion, please let me a note below.

In the meantime, I’m doing my best.  I’m hanging in there.  I haven’t been able to bring myself to put anything on his corner of the bed, but one day that day might come.  In the meantime, I’ll be here.

~Sandy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Halloween

Screw The Skeleton Key.…It’s Halloween!  And last night Honey Boo Boo and I went to see the new Halloween movie.
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Oh.Em.GEE!!!!
First of all, let me start by saying the first Halloween movie wasn’t really my thing.  It’s on every year on rotation during October, and I’ve seen bits and pieces of it, but I only saw the original maybe once or twice and I was a little bored by it.  Truth be told, I should re-watch the original in its entirety again so that I can make another judgement.
I also have seen Halloween 2 just once.  I’ve watched Halloween: H20 several times, and Halloween: Resurrection once.  All the in-between movies of the franchise I have not seen…sorry Paul Rudd.
But, like many, I have been counting down the days to this new Halloween.  It did not disappoint.
The theater was packed, yet the room was silent throughout the film.  People weren’t munching on popcorn or opening candy wrappers.  You couldn’t even hear anyone breathe.  Complete silence….likely, like me, many of the audience were holding their breath waiting on edge.
Some things about horror movies will always baffle me…like, when you’re entering a room, whether you’re a police officer or a home owner, why doesn’t anyone ever turn on the lights?  How does Michael Myers continually escape his lock up (and, I’m not sure what the laws are in the state of Illinois, but I’m assuming the death penalty is not an option?? I mean, Michael Myers has murdered A LOT of people…why is still allowed to breathe??).
I was also annoyed by the inconsistency with some of the other movies.  Such as Laurie Strode’s children.  In H20 she had a son, John.  And she’s had a daughter named Jamie.  Neither one of them are mentioned or even in existence in this new movie…but Laurie has another/different daughter.  Whaaaa?
Regardless of these little nitpicks, Halloween (2018) was pretty darn good.  So good, in fact, that I slept with a light or two on last night.  Not gonna lie.  I may have also checked my closets and behind my shower curtain.  I’m not sure what I would have done if Michael Myers (or anyone else) had been there.  But I still checked.
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MAYBE Michael Myers just needs a hug…?   (Via Dimension)

 

Happy Halloween!!
~Sandy
PS – I’ll try to get The Skeleton Key up.