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Christmas Wish List – Part 3

A Yellow Coat

I have been wanting that yellow leather jacket from Buffy the Vampire Slayer since I was 15.  But I’ve also been on the hunt for a yellow winter coat for a good 10 years now too.

Yellow Coat

Look at how pretty…..

And I’m not super picky…as long it’s the right color of yellow and is long enough to cover my butt, and looks good….I’ll be happy.

Think Faith Hill in her Stealing Kisses video….

yellow-coat-2

Okay, so the bow is super cute, but I really don’t think this one is a winter coat…it needs to cover my neck!  Still cute tho.

Remember – butt and neck need to be warm.

Cheers.

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Fight Club

If you are from my hometown then you are more than likely familiar with JR’s.  If you’re not familiar then let me give you a little background:
JR’s was this little bar – similar to a honky tonk, I’m guessing – that was dark and grungy and known for the people it attracted (if you’re picking up what I’m putting down) and the fights that broke out.  It was not my bar of choice, in fact, when I turned 19 and was old enough to drink and go out to the clubs, my mother nearly forbade me from going to JR’s.  She didn’t actually forbid me, which is why I did go to that spot on occasion, but it definitely was not my cup of tea. Nor my first choice of dance clubs.
One summer, however, my BFF Kim and I had planned to go to JR’s.  It was her first time going and it was a big deal.  It was the summer of Ghetto Superstar and we could hardly wait to rock out on the dance floor to that song.  (Lord, I’m getting old!)  The bar was packed.  There is a military base just outside of our town and Saturday nights the boys let loose.  JR’s was the bar of choice for these cats.  There is also a lot of agricultural business in and surrounding my communities – lots of farming of many types.  And a lot of farmers hired outside of Nova Scotia, back then mostly Bajans (read: Barbadians).
The military folk were cocky – arrogant SOBs who walked around like they owned the town, and the Bajans would hit on anything walking upright.  These two groups clearly did not see eye-to-eye.  (But then again, the military boys didn’t really see eye-to-eye with anyone.)
And then there was us:  locals.  Valley peeps just out for a good time, having a few drinks, dancing our butts off, and hanging with friends and people we knew from high school.
This night was special though.  Kim was my best friend.  I always felt like we were soul mates.  I partly credit her for helping me bust out of my shell and becoming the hilarious girl I am today; and I had promised her for so long that we would eventually go out to JR’s and we would dance our dance to Ghetto Superstar and it would be a fucking blast! And the night went pretty perfectly.  We danced.  We had a few drinks.  We mingled with friends.  It was summer and the night was young fun.
Ghetto Superstars

Oh my God the 90’s!  That’s me and Kim, Betty and Veronica (I’m the brunette) , the terrible two, gearing up for one of our infamous adventures in SandyLand.

Several times while we were on the dance floor, however, this young, drunk punk kept bumping into us.  The guy wasn’t very big but he was completely wasted and he was perpetually on the dance floor (alone) bumping and knocking and grating on everyone’s last nerve.  Y’know at first, everyone was like “Meh, it’s all good.  We’re cool.”  But after so many times you kind of can’t handle much more.
There was another young couple on the dance floor.  The guy was clearly military and he and his girl were dancing and making out – but minding their business and having fun.  McBumpy danced into them a few times and Military boy was obviously getting more and more annoyed.
When Ghetto Superstar was finally played Kim and I made our way to the center of the dance floor and broke out our dance moves.  We were stoked and we were literally having the time of our lives!  Then it happened, McBumpy bumped me again and again and again.  I know the poor dude was just out for a good time and should have been cut off long before, but I was seriously irritated and when he bumped me for the last time I made sure it was the.last.time.
I shoved him….and bam!  He cascaded right into Military dude and his woman.  Needless to say, Military dude had had enough by this point and he shoved him back, and then he smoked McBumpy.
This is where it gets realllllly interesting.  It was like a domino effect, but in reality, it was just the nature of JR’s.  Because right after Military dude punched McBumpy, someone else punched someone else.  And then someone else punched someone else….until a full-out brawl broke out.  I’m not even kidding.  It was like something out of a movie.  Dozens of people were fighting.  Even the bouncers were sucker-punching people (again, the nature of JR’s).  It was REDONKULOUS!
I grabbed Kim’s hand and we made our way outside of the bar as we ducked and avoided getting the shit beat out of us. Once outside, the scenery was exactly the same – fights were erupting everywhere.  Bajans and Military and Homeboys and Locals and Bouncers.  It was chaos.
One of my friends, who happened to be a former boxer, got a tap on the shoulder in the midst of all this.  When he turned around he got sucker-punched.  Big mistake!  I can still hear the sound of his fist connecting with the other guy’s face!
In the midst of this chaos Kim and I were trying to decipher what the hell we should do and how to get out of that bruhaha.  In the distance, we could hear the sirens wailing, and they got closer and closer.  Still holding hands, Kim and I bolted through the crowd, dodging fists and slaps, and ran through the back parking lot, through what can only be described as a tiny field back then; running, running, behind buildings, to safety – and far away from what was likely the biggest fight in JR’s history.  While we were getting out of Dodge, we looked back and saw NINE police cars already at the bar!!  I didn’t even realize our little town had nine police cars!  I’m sure more came later.
We roamed, quietly, the streets for a while, staying out of sight, until the hoopla died down, and eventually made our way back to my car and headed home.  But the night was so insane that, even though it was probably already 3am, we were so wound up from our crazy adrenaline rush that there’s no way we could have slept.  So, we drove to my church parking lot and climbed onto the hood of my Chevy Blazer (Dave) and stared at the stars.  The smell of summer is not something one can easily forget.  And that night is still vivid in my memory.  After a while of us just laying there in silence we cracked.  Uncontrollable laughter of what had just happened.  And all because we wanted to dance in peace.  That night we were ghetto superstars!

It’s My Boyfriend’s Birthday!

Okay, not my real boyfriend. It’s my Blair-gives-me-permission-just-like-Rachel-gave-Ross-permission-in-that-episode-of-Friends-with-Isabella-Rossellini-pretend-boyfriend.

Today is Cole Hauser’s 40th Birthday.

via source

via source

This guy who I’ve fantasized over since I was 15.

via my dreams

via my dreams

And I haven’t been 15 in a very, very long time (*ahem* although I am still claiming I’m 23 so, y’know, just for shits and giggles let’s all keep that between us, shall we?).

And the first thing I saw him in (when I was 15) was School Ties when he looked like this:

It's that red hair.....

It’s that red hair…..

I’ve supported his career since day 1 – which included (Tanya R., I’m soooo sorry to admit this/disappoint you) boycotting FRIENDS (oh, the horror!) because it was up against Cole’s show High Incident and I really wanted the ratings to pull through.  I did my best, Cole. I.Did.My.Best.

Look at that adorable little face in the center.

Look at that adorable little face in the center.

I’ve even blogged about him in the past: for instance, here and here.

I’ve watched his “Dinner for Five” appearance a dozen times (which, frankly, was a great little show and you should YouTube the episodes)….the Rory Cochrane story at the end of the episode is hilarious! – check it out: .

And I was super elated to find out he was in Halifax – a mere hour away from me – this past fall filming The Lizzie Borden Chronicles.  How I did not know this information BEFOREHAND pissed me off….Blair and Stephanie (who has been by my side since School Ties) did their best to console me.  Clearly, I was devastated but here’s hoping he comes back to Nova Scotia to make it up to me film again.

Now that I’ve professed my undying and long-lasting love for this guy (one of the longest relationships I’ve ever had), here’s to wishing him a happy birthday.

40Cheers


Gym Love

Man! Time is flying by. It’s hard to believe we’re at the end of May (especially here in Nova Scotia where most of this last week has been C.O.L.D!)….it’s been a busy month and, with classes and the gym, studying and fulfilling maid-of-honor duties and writing my exam last week, I’ve had no time to myself. Until last night where I FINALLY got to lay on my couch like a butt and watch a movie. First time in a very long time and I loved it. *le sigh*

Anyway, back to carrying on with my Find It in Everything theme, I was at the gym the other night and using my old buddy the Smith Machine and something caught my eye….I’m surprised I hadn’t noticed it before:

Do you see it???

Do you see it???

I guess I really am finding it in everything. 🙂

Cheers.


Living in a Christmas Card

So, it’s been snowing here in Nova Scotia for nearly 3 weeks straight.  It’s ridiculously cold – and not just to me, the girl who has her space heater on in the summer, but to everyone.  It’s -18 (and -30 with the wind chill).  And we’re under blizzard warning for tonight and tomorrow.  Ugh.  Effing Winter!  And the worst news is that we still have 3-4 months left of this.  *sad face*

And to make cold matters worse, the heating was broken in my office today and the AC stuck on.  Picture this lady not happy.  I wore my winter coat, scarf, hat and boots all day at work.  Then, after 6 hours in, we left and I went and picked up some sushi and am chillin’ (literally) before my classes tonight.  Thank goodness for my workouts this evening, I think it’s the only way I’ll heat up.

So yeah, back to the weather – snow, snow, major freezing rain/ice storm, snow, snow, more snow, more freezing rain…you getting the picture?  Here, let me show you what it looked like Christmas morning:

Ignore that thing in the middle of the window - it's a mount for the GPS

Ignore that thing in the middle of the window – it’s a mount for the GPS

We totally had to swerve left and right to avoid the trees in the road - they were completely bent over because of the weight of the ice

We totally had to swerve left and right to avoid the trees in the road – they were completely bent over because of the weight of the ice

There's a building under there.....can y'all see it?

There’s a building under there…..can y’all see it?

Ahhh....this tree was once standing upright....not so much anymore.

Ahhh….this tree was once standing upright….not so much anymore.

It’s all very pretty, but damn it’s cold!  And slick.  And slippery.  And did I mention cold???  Brr!!  Allow me to reiterate: BRRRRRR!!!!

Thank goodness for Christmas gifts of fleecy PJs and fuzzy socks.  And let me be the first to admit I AM NOT ABOVE wrapping my feet in plastic bags to ensure my socks don’t get wet in my boots.  I will take whatever measures necessary to stay warm and dry and I am on the countdown to Spring and thawing out.

Wishing you all a warm start to the New Year.

Happy 2014.

Cheers.

 


A Haunting in Nova Scotia

I really should have (wanted to) posted this in October, prior to Halloween to go along with my spooky blogs but I forgot became extremely busy.  So you’re in luck because I’m posting this now.

Years ago when I was shacked up with my ex, we moved my TV into the bedroom and put his TV in the living room because it was bigger and newer.   One night, after the TV had been in our home for a while, I woke up to noise.  I jumped out of bed and sure enough the TV was blaring out in the living room.  I woke up Butthead (yeah, I think that’s what I’ll call him) thinking maybe he had set some timer or something but he had no idea so we turned the TV off and went back to sleep.

A few days later the same thing happened.  Middle of the night, Sandy is sound asleep and *BAM* the TV is screeching out in the living room.  WTF?  Butthead and I tried to figure out if there was some sort of reverse timer on it akin to the “sleep” timer for the TV to turn on but neither of us had ever heard of that before and we couldn’t find anything with the remote or menu.  After this had been happening for several months – either with the TV turning on in the middle of the night or me coming home from work to the TV on and loud I just assumed that I was being haunted by the ghosts of TV shows past.  And although it freaked the hell out of me, I sort of just got used to it.

But one night while Butthead was away and I was alone and half asleep I heard it happen – I heard the TV start up so I jumped out of bed, ran into the living room and threw on the lights and looked on to a scene similar to this:

arrow-downarrow-downkittyOur asshole cat was jumping to the top of the TV and reclining.  And unbeknownst to us, there were ADDITIONAL ON/OFF/VOLUME buttons on the top of the TV.  We had no idea.  There were buttons in the front and we thought that was it.  So, our haunting was merely the result of a badass kitty lounging somewhere she did not belong.

It’s funny now.  Actually, it was funny then and believe me, I sure did breathe a sigh of relief knowing that I was not being haunted by shows that had been put to rest – or anyone/thing else for that matter.

Cheers.

 

 


Big Fish

I saw this photo (one of many) today.

Yikes!

Yikes!

This monster fish was caught in the Bay of Fundy, here in Nova Scotia. This is just another example of WHY I DO NOT GO IN THE WATER!!!!!

Good Grief! Imagine if this is just the baby? That would mean there’s an angry mama (and papa) out there, swimming around, waiting to take revenge on the fisherman who caught their baby.

WAIT….it gets better.

Do I really need to give more reasons to swim in pools???

Do I really need to give more reasons to swim in pools???

This fish was caught in Yarmouth, Nova Scotia in 2004 during the annual Shark Scramble** (derby) {Which I totally do not agree with, BTW}. This beautiful Mako is one of the scariest things I’ve seen. Wanna know why? Because it’s too effing close for comfort, that’s why. Nova Scotia is known as Canada’s Ocean Playground (no really, that’s what it says on our license plates). Our tiny province is surrounded by water…the Gulf of Saint Lawrence to the north, the Bay of Fundy to the west, the Gulf of Maine to the southwest, and Atlantic Ocean to the southeast. Last year a Great White Shark was caught in our Bay of Fundy and last summer a shark washed up on the shore not too far from where we live. My friend Sam got some great pics with it.

Rumor is that the shark got caught on that wharf thingy and drowned.  *sad face*

Rumor is that the shark got caught on that wharf thingy and drowned. *sad face*

Look man, I LOVE sharks. Love them. I look forward to Shark Week every year, I’m fascinated by sharks. I really wanted to study oceanography. BUT, that would require me going in the water and baby won’t do that. HELL TO THE NO!! At this point in my life I do not like going in lakes. Even man-made lakes. Because we really don’t know what’s in there. (I really need to thank Blair for making me watch River Monsters. Really.) When I went to Mexico a few years ago I made sure that, when I was swimming, I a) Didn’t go out too deep b ) stayed really close to that chunky hairy guy because he had more meat on his bones and would be more satisfying to the appetite.

I’ve seen photos and heard legends over the years about the sturgeon and the trout and the halibut and the sharks in the waters of Nova Scotia. Now that I’ve continuosly seen proof I am even happier to marinate in sunscreen and bake on the beach.

**Check on the site of the Yarmouth Shark Scramble for info, pics and verification on the story: http://www.yarmouthsharkscramble.com/

Cheers!


Happy First Day of SPRING!!

My Expectation

Sun and warmth and flowers and greenery...

Sun and warmth and flowers and greenery…

My Reality…dammit!

(Okay, it's maybe not that bad but it's still storm and enough that there are tons of cancellations today....not a good way to start the season.

(Okay, it’s maybe not that bad but it’s still storm and enough that there are tons of cancellations today….not a good way to start the season.)

Mother Nature is a bitch, y’all.  Welcome to Nova Scotia!!

Cheers!


A Love-Struck Romeo…

Yesterday we had gorgeous pre-Spring weather here in Nova Scotia.  It was sunny and warm and all the crappy feet of snow have melted over this last week (which, BTW, I was excited for as no snow will greatly help us out in the search for Mark Clarke who has been missing since February 4th: https://welcometosandyland.wordpress.com/2013/02/09/missing-person/).  So, imagine my disgust when I woke up this morning to a winter wonderland.  I’m devastated.  I hate winter.  We’re six days away from hitting Spring and were soooo close yesterday but now we’re back to snow-covered ground again (it’s an ongoing joke that Nova Scotia has 4 seasons – winter, almost winter, more winter and road construction).

However, as I was opening my office this morning I happened to look out the window and saw a man dancing down the sidewalk thru the snow.  He reminded me of the delivery dude in the Romeo & Juliet scene in Empire Records (love!!).

(watch at 1:29 in)

The man totally made my Friday.  🙂

A happy one to you all!

Cheers

PS: Yesterday morning I sent a message to my friend Anic saying “Happy Friday Friend!”  An hour later I sent another message “Oh shit…it’s only effing Thursday!  FML”

Her response: “Nahahah.”

It was a very.long.week.


MISSING PERSON

*SERIOUS ALERT*

To those of the blogging world who are either my friends, family or from my area, this is an actual missing persons alert.

Mark Clark

Mark Clarke

This is Mark Clarke.  He has been missing for almost a week and his family is very worried.  Since this photo was taken he has grown a scruffy beard and his hair is longer and he’s lost a bit of weight.

Mark Clarke giving a speech at Open Arms

Mark Clarke giving a speech at Open Arms

I’m used to seeing Mark around Town on a semi-regular basis.  He is a supremely nice guy who’s been dealt a couple of crappy hands throughout his life.  However, I formally met Mark a few years ago when we were both doing background work on Call Me Fitz (with Jason Priestley) and he is very polite, kind and talkative.

Unfortunately, Mark suffers from seizures and cannot always afford/doesn’t always take his medication.    With the extremely cold weather we’ve been having the last week and the blizzard we’re under now we are hoping that Mark is somewhere warm and safe and that he hasn’t succumbed to a seizure and is out in the elements.

Please readers (from my area), if you have seen Mark since last Saturday, please contact the local police department and provide them with any information.  If you’re my friend on Facebook please go to my homepage and share the links I’ve provided which included the above photos.

And for the rest of you, please pray that this man turns up safe and warm.

Thank you.