Good Morning Sunny Weekend!

Good Morning Sunny Saturday!

It is such a beautiful sunny weekend here in the small town of Parksville. Strange.... We thought we're on our way to Spring but you should have seen the huge snow flakes falling yesterday morning. We're lucky that it was raining at the same time so it was like a magical moment for a while there to watch that. Now I feel like going out for a walk. Can't wait to see spring time and the flowers are actually showing from the ground despite the deers eating all my sprouting leaves. We can't seem to see them in full bloom. We tried so hard but I think this summer we should have the garden fenced, at least the area where the beautiful flowers are trying to grow.

So what are you up to this weekend? I hope that you are having a good start to this weekend. Oh yeah, I did get over my loss by the way although I still want to have the same phone all over again. We are expecting visits from family and friends this morning so thought I'd post this while I am sipping my 2nd cup of coffee. As you can see, I have a few classes on my blog that I am currently taking from different beautiful, talented scrapping ladies. Feel free to visit their sites by clicking the blinkies on the side. I still have to visit my own scraproom since I haven't been down there for quite a while. There's something about a hobby and I really need to be there and bring back that feeling. Meanwhile, let me share this link to you which my brother Gary sent. In fact, it's the first email I opened from family and friends this morning, since I have been really swamped lately, having to adjust to a new job and learn new things. I thought I'd share this one with you and feel free to watch it at your own convenience. Quite long but it's worth your time. Have a great weekend and hope to be with you soon again.....

 

Say Goodbye......

I'm sure a lot of us don't like goodbyes. The comfort zone that we learned to dwell with and mastered to put up with, seems too hard to give up. But in one way or the other, we get to the point when we force ourselves to face the reality of life and just move along with the pace. For some of us, goodbyes can mean good change: better opportunity, stronger us. For some, it could just mean shutting the doors for eternity. Good or bad, easy or hard, we have to say good-bye time and time again....

Aside from the Winter Olympics having ended last weekend, I found myself dwelling with a few things happening in my life right now. I may have shown courage and excitement but I knew deep down, I had to dwell with a few losses that I've grown to be comfortable with. Among them, are the following biggies:

1. On the same weekend, I had to break the most horrible news to my co-workers and clients I've grown to befriend with at PIP that I will no longer continue serving the company.  It was harsh to do and the guilt I was carrying inside had me thinking twice at some point but on the other hand, I am so glad to know that a few of these people would still want to continue being my friends. Ssssh!, just between you and me, I miss my work station above all things.....;
2. I can't believe that I am staying this weekend at home after I've been out the whole month volunteering. It felt so weird talking about the Olympics with not as much enthusiasm as I had before since there's still the Paralympics happening starting this 12th of March. I am already missing watching the games and seeing the happy faces in Vancouver every weekend;
3. That brings me to the saddest of them all, the photos I collected inside Westin Bayshore while we were prohibited to take pictures esp of Mr. John Furlong, have vanished. I may have shown you lots of the Olympic pics I've taken but I still had some reserved for some special moments and today, I came to the conclusion that they are gone forever!
4. My Blackberry Tour which I got as a new release mid last year for a couple of hundred bucks (ouch!), got smashed!!!!!!!! After I perfected it by troubleshooting, updating and backing up, never went back to the dealer for any repairs, not once, since I was able to fix anything on my own (including the trackball that stopped moving to the right), it's gone missing, found but ran over by some vehicle safely in its case. It carried my precious photos on number 3 and other odd ones from other occasions. I can't believe that I can write about it now but you should have seen me over the past two days or at least felt how I felt. It still looks flawless physically but like my feelings, the inside black and white screen looks like a map with crooked lines written all over it. All shattered in a flash!....

How painful! So sad and I still wished I had everything clipped in my body so if I leave, I carry it all safe with me - everyone with me at that. But that's me wishing. There's no such thing as keeping things the same. Change is what we live for. But allow me to grieve over my loss for a little while and sorry but I don't think that the I-phone (since I am no good with touch pad), or any other Blackberry would replace what my Tour had with me. It took me to places and things where no other cellphone had. I love my Tour. I miss my Tour..