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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.

walkingLondonReu

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.

deer

…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!!)

good-carbs-vs-bad-carbs

End of rant.  For now.

~Sandy

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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.
Nan
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.

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.

King Winston

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.

Grieving

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Jeepers Creepers 2

Creep

When the original Jeepers Creepers came out it was a pretty great movie.  And it did well by spooking the crap out of us.  So well, in fact, that the producers banked on a remake.  But because the lore surrounding the Creeper is that every 22 years he comes out and feeds for 22 days, they decided the sequel would happen within the same time frame as the original story…the same 22 days (a dead Derry [from the original] even makes an appearance), instead of jumping ahead in time.  Although, I would definitely like to see a Jeepers Creepers Origins kind of story.
This new story surrounds a bus-load of high school kids…and one vengeful father.
In this movie, the Creeper continues at being super creepy….and also adding a little bit of humor (just a tad….just a wee, wee bit) to his character.  Great for audiences who were nail-biting.
I remember seeing this for the first time in the theater and not loving it.  Certainly not liking it as much as the original either.  This time, I was a little bored and annoyed.  But, the Creeper is definitely creepy, so it worked.
Next up…The Skeleton Key
~Cheers

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.

 


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


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!


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


Halloween Week 2015

I’ve been told lately that my blog is missed.

Sorry.

Between working, teaching, studying, courses, training, living, vacationing, and dealing with the crazies, I haven’t really had much time or desire to post.

But since it’s Halloween week I figured it’s a good time to try and get back into things.  And, since my first Halloween post a few years ago (read it HERE) I’ve kind of continued an annual Halloweeny theme.

A few nights ago I had a course in the City and afterwards we decided to hit up a movie.  All I can say is thank goodness it wasn’t Paranormal Activity!  There’s no effing way I’d be seeing that bullshit (last year I got tricked into seeing one of those Insidious movies and nearly had a meltdown).

We watched The Last Witch Hunter with Vin Diesel.

Via Yahoo

Via Yahoo

Let me just add that it didn’t completely suck.  I mean, Vin Diesel is not the best actor in the world – it’s almost hard to watch him sometimes because he’s got no depth and is so over-the-top monotone, but for what it was the movie was okay.  And it was left wide open for a sequel.

And Michael Caine was in it too, and he’s spunky.

The movie wasn’t really scary but it had some “scary” moments in it.

Via Google The Witch Queen

Via Google
The Witch Queen

The Witch Queen was definitely a sight and if you make direct eye contact with her you might not sleep well at night.

What I didn’t like about this movie – aside from Vin Diesel’s bad acting – is that there wasn’t enough witches.  I mean, it’s called the Last Witch Hunter, so you’d think there’d be a little more Witch Hunting in it (Y’all have seen Buffy the Vampire Slayer, right?  Lots of vamps in that!).  So, Mr. Diesel, my suggestion, if you decide to jump on the sequel bandwagon, is to add more witches to your story.  I need some visuals here, please.

I have a small list of scary movies I’d like to watch this Halloween week but some of them are over the top for me to watch because I’m a big baby and get scared easily.  (Hey, fellow asshole, Jaime, you wanna watch some scary movies with me????)  Stay tuned to see what happens.

Cheers.


Day #18: What are Your 5 Greatest Accomplishments?

Hmm, my five greatest accomplishments?  This is a toughy.  Especially since I was going to attempt to be funny but instead I’ll be serious.  Maybe.

1) My writing.  My blog is obviously a little different than my serious writings.  I was first published when I was 6 or 7.  I’ve been published several times since then.  I was a feature in a major publication 10 or 12 years ago.  A lot of my writings when I was younger came from a darker place….I found strength in that.  Today, and usually with my blog, I try to focus more on the humorous.  Last night, in fact, I had a friend tell me I should quit my job and focus on writing full time.  I was telling a story, being funny, being political and being pissed off.  I like to keep people laughing and she said that I should just give up on the real world thing and just blog or write a book or for a magazine full time.  This is not the first time I’ve heard this….maybe it’s a sign that I need to rethink my career path.

2) My fit life.  Last year I shared a piece on my eating disorders when I was in high school.  Back then I never thought that I would fall in love with fitness.  But it has become my obsession passion and I have goals of becoming certified as a fitness instructor.  Unfortunately, the course is only offered at a certain time of year and I, of course, just missed it this year.  The goal is still there, the passion is still there.  Eventually, I will get there.

3) My grammatically correctness (no, I did not just make that word up).  I am often referred to as the “Grammar Nazi” and I am completely okay with that.  I understand that many of my friends/co-workers/family find it extremely irritating when I correct their or others’ grammar.  Again, I am okay with that.  You will learn from me.  Believe me….it’s a good thing.

4) My education and career.  I am proud of the education I got.  I am proud of the job I have.  I am proud of where I am in life.  And just to throw it out there…I can still cartwheel like nobody’s business!

5) The opportunity I had last year.  This one is on the down-lo, but certain people will know what I’m talking about last year.  Last year I had THE GRANDEST OPPORTUNITY to tell someone what I thought of him.  It was pure bliss.  Sometimes things happen in life and we feel only the negative effect(s) of them.  Well, this particular moment I took the bull by the horns and went on a very long rant to a specific person who was mean, a bully, an abuser, an abuser of power, a complete jackass, etc.  No one had ever put this dude in his place and I was ecstatic that I was (likely) the first to do so.  I’m not one for being submissive, but certainly in certain situations you sometimes have to bite your tongue.  This is one time that I did NOT bite my tongue.  Other people had kept quiet (for years) on things happening that shouldn’t have happened and I, to my knowledge, am the only person to ever take the stand.  It felt good.  I do not regret it.  And once again, for the record bud, my name is spelled with a “y”!!

Yarmouth

Cheers!