What a week, weekend and day.
Thank heavens for a package landing in Arizona, it really changed my mood and lifted my spirits. I kind of really needed it to get there. My mood was dependant on it as sad as that is. I’m super happy it was well received and appreciated. It made me smile from the inside out.
It was two special friends’ Birthdays this week. The friend I’ve known the longest, my bestie Terra. 28 years beautiful J Although I’m loving having my own space, I miss the Telford’s and my temporary home. I never really did tell them how much I appreciated their generosity and kindness by opening their home to me and letting me stay for almost 6 whole months. The kind of kindness you really can’t repay. I miss being called Uncle Jess and having the pleasure of seeing my Godson more. I really do need to visit sooner rather than later.
This weekend we celebrated Carley’s Birthday in TO. It’s always good to see her and pretty much every time I see her, I think to myself, “how did I get so lucky to have this kind of a friend”?! She’s the kind of friend everyone needs and should have in their life. She’s the friend that kicks you in the ASS when you need it. She’s the friend that tells you how it is even when you don’t wanna hear it. She’s the friend that challenges you to think about the stuff you barry away. She’s the friend that is simply a treat to have in your life. Oh and let’s not forget she’s the friend that will tear the boys a new asshole if she thinks they are at all mistreating you. Most importantly, she’s the friend where you feel like she makes a difference in your life and I make some sort of contribution to hers. I’m thankful our paths crossed at work, although, knowing the kind of stuff she knows about me and I know about her, I’m pretty sure it’s a good thing we don’t work together anymore. lol. She’s the prime example that friendship isn’t about who’ve you known the longest but rather who came and never left your side. We’ve had our fair share of heartbreaks, boys letting us down and I think that’s what’s really brought us together even more. One day the RIGHT man will realize the amazing person and friend she is and never wanna let her go. <3
Friday was Remembrance Day. Leading up to 11.11.11. I can’t help but think about my Grandpa, an accomplished Veteran and survivor of WWII. It’s not something that is or was spoken about much in our family. His medals hung in the family home but I never did hear of my Grandpa speak of the war and “those times”. His lack of storytelling was not surprising, he was a quiet man. A man of few words. A man of great warmth that was infectious. And a gentle man. A man that would flirt with the ladies in the hardware store. He really was the kind of Grandpa and man you wish everyone could have in their family or have the pleasure of knowing. Obviously Remembrance Day is a day we’re all familiar with but when you have someone in your immediate family who had endured such life experience as being a soldier, it makes you appreciate their service to our country all that more. My Grandpa lost his Brother in WWII and is buried in France. I’m sure that has a lot to do with why we never really heard stories about the war, it was likely just too painful. I can’t imagine. Although his Brother was not all that lucky of escaping tragedy, my Grandpa did…. And blessed we were to have him part of our family as long as we did. 96 years. In the past I’ve just thrown my poppy out or it’s fallen off my coat and disappeared but this year after watching the Remembrance Day service on TV I thought I would save it and pay a special visit to my Grandpa. On my way home from my Carley’s in Toronto I stopped in at the cemetery. This was the first time I’ve been back to the cemetery to pay my respects since we gathered on that sad summer day to watch his body lowered into the ground. Before his casket was lowered we all took poppies and pinned them on the flowers that adorned his casket. Today I returned for the first time since that sad day to pay respects and to pin yet another poppy on the wreath that sits in front of his stone. Dear Grandpa, thank you for blessing our family with your warmth and your service to our Country. You are never forgotten.
On a happy note, I’ve started a kitchen project. I’m creating a personalized little message centre on a small piece of wall in my Kitchen. 3 coats of magnetic paint and then chalkboard paint will be going on top tomorrow. When it’s all done, I will post pics. This project makes me happy for a number of reasons:
- I’m accomplishing things on my to-do list
- Realizing that I can paint and I DON’T need men to help me do everything, afterall I’m a big girl! Which makes me feel all that more independent. In the past, my idea of painting was picking out a colour, leaving for a day and coming back and all the messy tedious work is done for me.
- Putting some personality into my Kitchen and marking my territory on my home
Things I’m looking forward to this week coming:
- A family photo shoot Saturday (first paid shoot YAY – cross your fingers for good weather)
- Having some photos to edit (editing photos that aren’t of me, will be a nice treat)
- Finishing my kitchen project
- Getting my new Blue Ray player (with Wi-Fi)
I’m finding it important for me to recap at the beginning/end of a week the good things that have happened and the good things I’m looking forward to (as small as they are). I’m a person who needs things to look forward to. Plain and simple.
For now I’ll leave you with some photos from my visit this afternoon:
-J-
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