Welcome to SANDYLAND!!

Personal stories

Chasing Jordan Catalano – Chronicles (Part 3)

We began that day to talk on a consistent basis.  Like, every day.  At first it was idle chit chat; small talk.  The two of us just trying to figure the other out without really getting into too much detail.  But within the first week of our initial friendship, Jordan started showing up at places he knew I’d be.  Places I’d talked about in random conversations but that I never would have expected him to appear at.  Places that I’d mentioned in conversations with others while in earshot of him.  Places that were completely out of his way.  But he made the trips to see me.  He’d pop in here and there to just say hello, have a quick conversation, and then be on his merry way.

Jordan-Catalano

From that day on, Jordan was on my mind all the time, and he was in my head.  He was all I could think about.  It was sickening, really.  It’s as if I ached for him – to be around him, and it was like getting punched in the heart when I wasn’t.  Those moments I couldn’t see him or speak to him were killing me.  My anxiety levels shot through the roof and felt sick at the thought of seeing him AND at the thought of not seeing him.  But he was there…everywhere I looked, I saw Jordan.

to be continued.

 

Advertisements

Chasing Jordan Catalano – Chronicles (Part 2)

I was literally mesmerized by him.  By everything about him; his energy, his positivity, his kindness, not to mention his good looks.  What’s really funny is that he is not what I would have normally considered “my type”.  But there was something about my Jordan that I just couldn’t shake and the attraction was stronger than any other I had known.

Jordan bad Habits

Even his bad habits were ignored by me.

When those two days finally passed and I was about to be near him again, I could barely contain my excitement.  It was complete insanity to be this excited over someone I didn’t really know.  But as soon as I saw him, I understood it once again.

We saw each other and it was like the world around us was set on fire.  We were in a very crowded room among a frenzy of people and I had to leave.  I hate crowds (and sometimes people) and it was all too much – Jordan or not, I had to escape.  So, I went out into the hallway where the crowd was lessened and the noise was minimized.  And as I waited for my friends and for the event to start, the door opened and out came Jordan.  His beautiful bright smile was directed at me and while he busied himself, he stood next to me and engaged me in conversation.  It was everything a young (or old) girl could have asked for.

After the event, I was once again trapped in that small room with him again.  And like the two days prior, once the crowd thinned out, it was just a small group of the same people left.  And here we were – Jordan and me (and it seemed, no one else) chatting away as if we’d known our entire lives that this moment was meant to be.

…to be continued.


Chasing Jordan Catalano – Chronicles (Part 1)

Remember “My So-Called Life”?  That ridiculously real show from the 90’s that launched the careers of Claire Danes and Jared Leto?  Remember how Claire’s Angela pined for Jared’s Jordan?  (“Don’t you just love how he leans?”)

jordancatalano

Ah, Jordan Catalano  (via Yahoo)

Jordan Catalano was the epitome of teenage boy crushes.  Because he embodied everything we had imagined, our entire lives, our soulmate to be.  Jordan was imperfectly perfect.

I’m sure we have all experienced a love like that of Jordan Catalano.

The one guy who you see for just a split moment in time and you simply….fall.

You can’t sleep without dreaming of him, you can’t eat, you see him in everything you do; his name is written on every page or sign.  You simply can’t function because your “Jordan” is everywhere.

I remember the first time I saw my Jordan.  I noticed him from across a very large and crowded room.  I recognized his name, but had never actually met him.  I will admit, although he was not what I expected, he caught my eye.

The next time I saw him, several weeks later, my eyes lingered on him for a long while.  An amidst a sordid incident with others, I felt an unrelenting need to protect him.  That same day, I found myself in his presence, hearing him speak and being in close proximity to him.  And I can say this with complete honesty, I have never wanted to physically put my hands on another person so badly in my entire life.  Standing just a few feet away from him, all I wanted to do was reach out and touch him; to graze even just his stomach.  I had never been this physically drawn to someone before.  And maybe never since.

Less than a week later, I was sharing space with him again.  We spoke briefly before an event and it was as if the world stopped around us for those few moments.  Mini fireworks seemed to go off in the background while we chatted.  For the next hour, we watched each other from across a room.  Eyes meeting eyes.  And then once again, we were next to each other in a small room, amidst a small crowd, and once our eyes met, they never left each other.

From that moment, I could not stop thinking of him.  He was on my mind constantly.  The mere thought of him made me dizzy and I often had a hard time catching my breath.  And each and every time we spoke by phone or email or in person, my heart rate would jump and the butterflies in my stomach would swirl around in a frenzy.  When I had plans to see him again just two days later, I couldn’t shake the feelings of excitement, nervousness, and anxiety.  Here was this boy that I barely knew, and I was headed to see him.  My palms were sweaty, my heart was racing, and my breathing labored…or at least it felt that way.  I felt like I was on a roller-coaster that would never end.  I spent those two days thinking of him…of nothing but him.  I was like a kid at Christmas waiting for Santa.

….To Be Continued.

~Cheers


Intimate Conversations

This afternoon I walked into a conversation between two of my co-workers.  What I caught was the end of the conversation and co-worker Betty saying “Tonya Harding“.

Co-worker Veronica said “Oh, did you go to school with her?”

Betty and I nearly died laughing.

Tonya Harding~Sandy


Christmas Wish List – Part 2

Veronica Beard – Jude Sweater

Veronica-Beard-Jude-Sweater

I love this sweater.  It comes in black, white, and forest green.  And I love it.

17090879116_Forest-Green_PRODUCT_01--IMG_1200--JudeLegOfMuttonSleeveButtonSweater--414099272

Of course, it is super pricey at $395, but this is a wish list – not a “go out and buy this stuff” list, so it’s a-ok.

Veronica Beard has a lot of cute items in her collection. Check her out:

https://www.veronicabeard.com

~Cheers

 


Travel Reads

I’m getting ready to go on vacation next week and will be travelling for a good duration of the time.  And so, I’m going well-prepared with a good book or two.

Book worm

As you may already know, I am an avid reader and usually become so captivated in my reads that I often find that it is all I want to do.

This summer I went thru a slew of books and finished my last John Grisham legal thriller.  I picked up two other non-legals of his, and tried really hard to get into one but just epicly failed (I’ll save it for another time).  So, on a recent shopping trip I was delighted to pick up a few new reads, including the third in the “The Witch of….” series by Suzanne Palmieri.  Last summer I read “The Witch of Belladonna Bay” and followed it with “The Witch of Little Italy” (although, if you’re reading them, reverse the order), and I’ve been on the hunt for the third book “The Witch of Bourbon Street“.   Eureka!  As soon as I started reading it I fell in love with it.  I’m still only a tiny ways into it because I’ve been supremely busy and haven’t had much time to indulge myself, but I am looking forward to zipping thru this third book in the series.

Bourbon Street

I’m heading out on another trip later in the month and I CANNOT WAIT to tell you all about it.  This trip is going to be amazeballs and I am over the moon that I have the opportunity to do it!  But, it’s a surprise so you’ll have to wait to hear about it.

For that trip, I will likely indulge in the other books during my flight.  Eep!  Can’t wait for this one!

~Cheers!


Halloween Movie Countdown – Part 4

Eyes Without a Face (1960)

Eyes Poster

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053459/?ref_=nv_sr_1

I’ve been wanting to see this movie for a short while – and even started to watch it a month or so ago, but fell asleep after just a few minutes and just didn’t bother again.  Then, a few nights ago, I noticed it was OnDemand so I popped ‘er on.

This is a horror-ish movie from 1960(?) and is black and white – and in French (with subtitles).

The story is that the main character – Docteur Genessier – maimed his daughter Christiane’s face badly in a car accident.  He and his wife/nurse (it’s not made clear which she is, if not both) then conspire to keep her hidden away, telling the authorities that she disappeared.   Christiane is kept locked up in a room in the attic of their massive creepy gothic house, forced to wear a mask that can only be classified as creepier than Michael Myers/Jason Voorhies/Ghost Face all mixed together.  It’s not meant to be sinister, but it sure as heck is.  Christiane even declares that her mask frightens her.

Eyes 1

Tell me this isn’t creepy!

All the while, Doc and Wifey continue to kidnap young girls who bear similar looks to Christiane and perform basement surgeries on them to try and steal their faces to replace the one Christiane is now missing.  Morbid much?  However, the surgeries never take…for any of them.

Eyes Surgery

It’s a very odd movie without a lot of dialogue.  In fact, there is so much dialogue missing that I found myself skipping over a bunch of it.  (I mean, do we really have to watch the Doc walk from one building to the next without any purpose or uttering a word?  *skip!*)

The movie had lots of potential and I’m sure that back in good ‘ol 1960 it was probably scary AF.  But, in 2017, it sucked.  It was slow and boring and the ending was just atrocious.  However, the face and the mask will freak you out.  I had a hard time putting it out of my head when I hit the sack.

~Sweet dreams.


Just My Luck

I recently (last week) finished my 26th John Grisham book.  I love him.  He is my all-time favorite author and I get so enthralled with his story-telling that once I’m reading one of his books, it’s all I want to do.  I’m completely wrapped up in his tales.

A few weeks ago I zipped through two of his big hardcovers and when I was finished them both, I realized they were the last of Grisham’s that I had.  Ack!  I went through the list of books and thought I had read The Broker, but it turns out I had not.  So, I put a few people on the lookout for it.

The Broker

Two days later, I went on a Saturday adventure with BFF Spanky to a Community Yard Sale several towns over (one I don’t think I actually knew existed).  I told her the name of the book I was looking for, in case we happened to stumble upon a yard with books for sale.

The first yard we stopped at, Spanky veered to the right where there was baby gear set up (she nailed herself an outdoor playpen with a cover), and I veered to the left to a few tables set up with boxes on top.  Turns out, the boxes were full of books.  The very first box I looked in and the very first book I saw was John Grisham’s The Broker.  I kid you not.  The.very.first.book!!  Of course, I grabbed it…and paid my .30 cents and could not have been more elated!!  I did not buy another thing that day, I felt complete.

Of course, I plowed through that book too (I swear my TV has not been on in weeks!) and when I finished it in nearly record time, I once again felt sad because it was the last John Grisham book in my collection.  I picked up an biography and am nearly finished it, and yesterday I stopped at the book store and grabbed two new Grisham books.  Ahh, life is good again.

~Cheers


I Carried A Watermelon

My BFF/work-wife, Spanky is currently off on maternity leave.  This girl and I met years ago when we began working together and we became instant friends.  And, although we both had changed job locations, we maintained our friendship AND continued our lunchtime shenanigans all these years.  And now we’re back to working together.  ❤

MUD GIRLS

We just did Mud Hero together Yesterday.  #BFFs

And we have spent 10 years lunching together, walking thru Town, running the trails (training for races), running errands, or just sitting around stuffing our faces.  But one thing has always maintained the same for us, wherever we were and whatever we were doing, you can bet we were laughing our heads off and having more fun than should be allowed.  I have often said I bet people see us each day on our lunchtime ventures and are totally jealous of how much fun we’re having.  In fact, one day, just a few years ago, while running an errand in one of the little shops in downtown, we had a good case of the giggles and could not stop laughing and an onlooker, a chef from one of the local restaurants had been watching us and said he thoroughly enjoyed watching us have so much fun.  See…jealous.

But, when Spanky left to go off and have Baby Ruth I was saddened because I thought I was going to be alone for my lunch hours and, although I can go out and have fun make my own fun any damn time I please, I always enjoy the company.  And, just my luck, Spanky’s work replacement has also become my lunchtime replacement and Boo Boo and I are having tons of fun together.

We decided months ago, when there was still snow on the ground (which, let’s face it, this is Nova Scotia and that means it wasn’t that long ago that there was snow on the ground), that we were going to walk during our breaks.  Actually, it wasn’t so much a decision as it was something that just happened one day and we haven’t stopped.  It’s because of these lunchtime walks that I’m hitting my FitBit step goal way early in the day.

Boo Boo and I walk and laugh every day.  We are having way too much fun and, just like Spanky and I did, we’re making our fun.

One day last week, while out on our roam, we stopped into the local grocery store.  Boo Boo was checking out the watermelons and was intending on picking one up until I reminded her that she’d have to carry a watermelon through town, in 34 degree heat, and we still had a half hour to go on our break.  She left the watermelon there.  But, as we were in the checkout line, I noticed the guy in front of me was holding a watermelon.  When he glanced around at us I said to him “Can you please take that back to work or wherever you’re going and pretend you’re Jennifer Grey in Dirty Dancing and announce “I CARRIED A WATERMELON”.

I carried a watermelon

Boo Boo held her breath (because I’m a nut!) and the guy just looked at me for a few seconds like a deer caught in headlights and then the both of them cracked up.  He said he had heard us talking by the watermelons as he was picking his out and realized that he would be the one carrying the watermelon thru town in 34 degree heat (with a long-sleeved knit sweater on, mind you) and he felt like a dummy but he wanted to do something nice for his co-workers.

Watermelon

Nice gesture or not, I’d not be carrying a watermelon thru town in the heat.  

The three of us a had a long-lasting chuckle and he kept the conversation going until he finished his purchase and had to leave us, although it seemed like he would have rather stayed with us (Boo Boo said he’s now the president of my fan club).

I’m very thankful to both these gals, Spanky and Boo Boo, because you make my work days a heckuvalot more entertaining.  I soooooo look forward to Spanky’s return because I loooove her.  And I’m keeping Boo Boo too, so we can be the workplace Three Musketeers or Three Amigos – which, with the shenanigans and oopsies, seems a lot more fitting.

I love my life.

#makeyourownadventure

~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.

house-of-wax

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.

paris

Spoiler Alert:  You’re Welcome!

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

And then it’s got this guy popping up.

vincent

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