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Beet It

I’ve been really into beets lately, specifically, roasted beet salad (I’m eating some right now) and it got me to thinking back to when I was 14 or 15 when I’d read in a magazine that cutting a beet open and rubbing the juice on your lips would stain them perfectly.

beet lips

Because, who wouldn’t want lips this gorgeous color?

My grandfather had a garden and one day sent home a small bunch of beets for me…for my lips.

And it worked!  I was so excited slicing into that first beet.  I mean, it didn’t look Revlon lips, but hey man, I can’t complain too much.

beet stains

Nearly perfect

That is all.  I just wanted you to know how I feel about beets.  ❤

fresh sliced beetroot on wooden surface

Ah beets…the prettiest colored root vegetable in the garden.

Cheers.

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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!)

Hair

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.

Keri Russell

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,

 


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


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?????

Crush

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.

Jordan

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.
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.

Must Haves – Part 3

These Shoes!

These shoes right here!!

HM Shoes

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

 


Current Obsession: Ruth Ware

I love books.  And I love to read.  In fact, if you give me a good book, I would rather that than a TV pretty much any time.  I spend my summers reading in the glow of the sunshine, and my winters curled up under an abundance of blankets and thick socks, staying warm and cozy with my stories.

My favorite author is John Grisham and I have read nearly everything he has written.  I’m serious.  There are three books on his list that aren’t legal thrillers (because (I’ve read them all!) that I haven’t made it through yet; two of them I have, one I’ve made it partially through, and the third one I have had no desire to read, but I probably will.  Of  course, he did just release a new book, The Reckoning, which I will get my hands on soon and will likely devour quickly.

Usually when I have finished his current collection (because I’m always excited when he releases something new), I’ll pick up a handful of books and try and get through them.  If I find an author I like, I’ll snag everything I can.  Last year it was Suzanne Palmieri and her collection of “The Witch of….” books.  But now I’ve finished all of those two and it doesn’t appear she has anything new on the horizon.  I’ve been reading a scatter of books by different authors and this summer I found a copy of The Woman in Cabin 10 by Ruth Ware and I have been obsessed ever since.  As soon as I was finished, I ran out and bought In A Dark, Dark Wood and could not put it down.

Ruth Ware

What’s funny is that my coworker and my cousin were both reading the same books at the same time.  And so now I’ve done a little tradesies and am making my way through a third book of Ware’s, The Death of Mrs. Westaway.  These books are so much fun.  They are spooky and nail-biting and kinda give one the heebie-jeebies.  I’ve been on the edge of my seat reading them and I look forward to reading more.

Some parts are a little predictable and I have my nit-picks about her (how many times in one book can someone write “in spite of”??), but she is entertaining and keeps me wanting more – just like Grisham.  Definitely a sign of a good writer.

Who’s your favorite author?  Have you read any of Ruth Ware’s books?  Did she give you a spook?

~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.

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

The Old Dark House

Olddarkhouseposter

I have been in a bit of a funk this October.  And I haven’t been much in the mood for watching horror movies, per my annual Halloween Countdown.  But I’ve been trying.

I usually look forward to Scream-fest or Fear-fest or whatever else is on TV.  TMC is a great channel for old horrors and that’s where I watched my first horror of the season:  The Old Dark House.

This movie was released in 1932 and stars Boris Karloff and Gloria Stuart (the old Rose from Titanic).

I was kind of excited to watch this movie as I’ve read good reviews about it.  But I found it hard to follow and hard to hear.  And I eventually got a little bored with it.

A small group of travellers caught in a storm come upon an old house in the countryside where they receive shelter by Horace Femm and his sister Rebecca. Horace fears that the storm will trap the guests inside while warning them that their mute butler Morgan is a dangerous heavy drinker.  Rebecca tells Margaret about the Femm family, which she says was sinful and godless, and accuses Margaret of being sinful as well. Rebecca also reveals that her 102-year-old father still lives in the house.

There is a very quick romance (hey, we just met but…let’s get married!), there’s a pyromaniac locked in an upstairs room, there’s a fight and a death, and there are some creepy people.

This movie let me down.  It was confusing and rushed and the ending was oh-so-terrible.

Watch it if you want…or don’t.  I doubt it will make much difference.

Next up….Jeepers Creepers 2.

~Cheers