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Confessional. Oh we're going there.

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So, I’m still sort of in word purgatory.

But I give purgatory the middle finger by pulling the following confessions from my vault and spewing these words all over purgatory’s face.

… spewwww words…spewwww

A few 10 things about sandyb that you may or may not care about, relate to or know:

1. I have the world’s most pretty cat. She really doesn’t get enough attention on this blog

2. I’ve thought about deleting this blog. More than once.

3. I love the way a pencil case smells.. like new beginnings.

4. I was once a competitive figure skater.

5. I thought about being a food blogger once. The amount of stuff I know about food, cooking and nutrition is outrageous.

6. I’m a magazine editor by day.

7. I also teach yoga. Seriously.

8. I appeared on a home renovation show.

9. I co-founded a yoga-thon event that raised over $100,000 this year.

10. My father left us when I was 19. But forgiveness is more powerful than anger. He still walked me down the aisle.

11. I love my sister more than my left arm (and we’re pretty close, me and the arm). I am a lucky girl to have my sister.

12. I really am going through a reinvention right now, and some days are harder than others. Today was one of them.

13. I smile when people comment on my blog or email me that they can relate to something I wrote. I am always humbled.

14. More than death, I fear complacency.

15. Lately, I’ve had a few regrets.

16. I’m trying to not feel so bad about #15.

17. I wear my wedding dress on my birthday because it makes me laugh. And I look damn good in it.

18. I blush when people tell me they read my stuff, online and in print.

19. I’m hard on the outside, and soft in the middle. (that’s actually a lot deeper than it sounds.)

20. My husband does my laundry. Don’t hate me.. you’re just jealous.

21. My right boob is bigger than my left. (oh what, yours isn’t?)

22. Sometimes crying out loud is just necessary.

23. My mother is a breast cancer survivor.

24. I think too much.

25. I can speak Portuguese.

26. I don’t apologize for swearing. Sometimes “fuck” just sums it up.

27. In the next few days, I will add something else to my List.

28. Someday I want kids. But no time soon. They scare me.

29. I’m five minutes late everywhere I go. On a good day.

30. My dream in life is to be “discovered”.. I just hope I’m wearing something totally dope if/when it happens.

31. I have a girl crush on Megan Fox. Judge me, I don’t care.

32. I’ve been asked to write an advice column.

..But.. I dunno.  Can I? Thought it might be good practice if you send me your Qs first, just to get my feet wet, k? (originalsandyb@gmail.com)

So, tell me about YOU.

Behold.. PENELOPE THE CAT.

Behold.. PENELOPE THE CAT.

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Dear blog, it's been five days since my last confession…

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I’m not quite sure where the words have been lately, but they’ve escaped me more than once. I’ve attempted, edited, deleted and rewritten this post so many times only to tell you something that should be rather simple:

I finished #3 on my List. I wrote a script. In fact, I wrote two.

They’re short (very short) scripts that I entered into a screenwriting contest I’ve had my eye on for some time. Now, that might not seem like something that’s hard to share – “big deal” you say – but sometimes the words just escape you. And sometimes you just run out of words. Wherever those words are, I can tell you that most of them ended up on the pages of my scripts, that are just waiting to be judged now. I’ve really put myself out there. We’ll see what comes back.

I’m in somewhat of a word purgatory – somewhere between wanting to tell you everything on my mind and not having enough words to describe it. So I guess you could say I’m feeling a little lost for words these days, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It gives me time to process, to think, to marinade.

What I can muster is what my screenplays are about: One is a story of intense passion, and the other of faith. At first I thought these stories of mine had little in common, but then I realized that passion and faith have a thread that binds them together, keeping them just barely attached at the seems – we crave them both.

Some find passion in an instrument; on a blog; in a tube of paint; within a textbook; in the back of a 1987 Pontiac Tempest.

Some find faith in a place of worship; on a yoga mat; in the pages of a book; within the speech of a televangelist on a Sunday morning.

The point is not how you find passion and faith, but that you find them at all. In the last five days I’ve tasted a little of both. And some day soon I hope to find the words to tell you.

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And another one bites the dust..

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3. Finish my screenplay
I’m taking a screenplay writing course to keep on track and have a solid start. Lord only knows how off-track I can get with writing projects.

Oh. My. God.

…details to come.

It’s Thanksgiving here in Canada and I’ll be gaining five pounds all weekend, so posting has to take a close second behind my pumpkin pie tarts (er, I’m going to share the recipe, but don’t laugh at me).

Also, I received my first Blogger-bestowed award this week, which was bitchin. Deets to come.

For now, I leave you with this – music from my FAVORITE. BAND. EVER. …

FRANKY MOONLIGHT

(Ok, so I’m totally sleeping with the guitarist.)

If you don’t click here, you’re totally missing out.

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my husband rob. (the guitarist.)

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Moms are awesome, even when they Facebook stalk you.

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So, my mom has gone all “2.0″ on me.

Check this-

A couple of years back she comes to me and says, “I want an email address”. Now, I should tell you that my mom has an accent. She’s Portuguese. Hearing the words, “I want an email address” in that accent is a riot, plus all sorts of cute. Anyway.

My sister hooked it up. She got the email address and then we didn’t hear anything about it for a while. I think she sent us like one email (which we typed for her and sent to ourselves) and that was it. But then something happened..

All of her friends’ kids were emailing them.

Holy shit.

So we went through the whole process of setting up another email account (because it expires or blows up or whatever if you don’t use it for a few months) and explained, once again, how to use it.

And then we got this:

“why you not emailing me. love you  mom”

And that was only the beginning.

Facebook was next.

So we set up her account because “you two always leave me out of everything” and within one week she Facebook friended 50% of my  friend list. I guess in one way I thought, ‘cool, my mom’s down with the tech’ but then we got one of these sent to our inbox:

for Easter dinner on Sunday, please vote for two of these:

-fish
-roast beef
-clams
-soup
-chicken

We voted, to make her happy and because we genuinely thought this was a good system. It was all in vain though. She made everything on the list anyway.

But I guess her determination to be on the ball when it comes to technology shouldn’t surprise me. She was the first person I knew to have a cell phone, which meant that I had to have one too. I was in the eighth grade. Yes, my mom is all sorts of cool.

Although that doesn’t come without its consequences.

Don’t even get me started on the number of text messages I now receive asking me why I never call her/love her/text her. Boof, boof! Getting the guilt punches thrown in all directions these days, at broadband speed.

Now that she surfs the Net, my mom’s searches include, but are not limited to: downloading music, videos I’ve made, Facebook stalking and Googling her daughters (she wants to know that we’re relevant to others, too.)

Let me end off by saying that I didn’t get my first email address until I was 19-years old and in university. I remember, in 1998, the Oprah show flashing their new website address and thinking to myself, ‘phef, that’ll never take off’.

Ya.

So,  your parents down with the 2.0?

my desk at work (I really don't have an intersting picture for this one)

my desk at work (I really don't have an intersting picture for this one)

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