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High Ho Silver Vase!

I have to call this client. I like him actually, and I really miss this plant. What a beautiful Bromeliad

Realtor’s murder chilling
February 06, 2008
Agent cancels showings in wake of death
Real estate agent Jasmine Parsons isn’t showing any properties in the next couple days.
At 22, Parsons is two years younger than fellow real estate agent Lindsay Buziak, who was murdered Saturday after being called to show an upscale house in Gordon Head.
“It’s a really scary thing,” Parsons said.
Though Parsons didn’t know Buziak well, the two young women had spoken on a few occasions.
“She said we were so much alike in so many ways,” Parsons said. “She had everything going for her.
“I got the impression that she was a really sweet girl.”
Buziak and Parsons were two of Victoria’s youngest real estate agents.
A former co-worker who worked with Buziak was shocked to hear of the murder.
“Everybody is very surprised,” said Bryan Wooley, who worked with Buziak at Maverick Real Estate Corporation until August 2007. “She was a nice girl and we enjoyed working with her. It’s a shock to find out what happened.
“She was very lively and bright and always happy.”
A Facebook group dedicated to Buziak’s memory counted nearly 800 members as of Monday. Friends, colleagues and acquaintances posted comments on the group site to honour the young Realtor.
“All I can think of is Lindsay’s infectious smile and caring personality and cannot understand why (she was killed),” Teresa Vatne wrote on Facebook.
Amanda MacDonald left a personal message for Buziak. “Buzzer, you always have been and always will be a ray of sunshine, love you and will miss you forever,” she wrote on Facebook.
Family members gathered Monday at Buziak’s mother’s home in West Saanich, but chose not to make a statement. Her aunt spoke slowly and quietly as she declined to comment on the tragedy.
Teachers and other staff at Buziak’s former high school, Reynolds secondary, were upset as well. A counsellor came to the school at 7 a.m. Monday to help staff deal with the news, said principal Alana Charlton.
Teachers who remember Buziak “are feeling really shaky right now,” Charlton said. “It’s kind of a shock.”
Buziak’s death is Greater Victoria’s first murder of 2008.
She was called to show a house for sale at 1702 De Sousa Pl. on Saturday afternoon.
Her dead body was found inside the house that evening.
Saanich police arrived on scene shortly after 6 p.m., Saturday after receiving a 911 call asking them to check on someone at the house.
Colleagues who worked with Buziak at Re/Max Camosun Realty’s West Shore office were instructed not to comment on the incident.
Jeff Buziak, Lindsay’s father, flew from Calgary to Victoria Sunday to be with the rest of the family, including Lindsay’s mother Evelyn Reitmayer and sister Sarah.
ecardone@saanichnews.com
– with files from
Roszan Holmen

My work is very similar to Lindsay's. I go to new clients homes, alone. People I don't know. I have often thought of my safety.

What Did You Learn Today?

I learned that you can obsess over a decision...for years...and still make the wrong choice. Certainly things would not be the same today if I had made this decision years ago.

~Music & Lyrics~

I believe there are 2 kinds of People. People who listen to music and People who listen to Lyrics. I have always been the latter. I often quote Lyrics. I have always written out lyrics. I good song is defined by what it says, for me. Up until a few years ago I couldn't hear the bass in songs. Good Lyrics are like poetry, and should be respected as so. I think I'll be putting many lyrics on this blog, I will try my very best to give credit to the artists.

WAKE UP CALL LYRICS

I didn't hear what you were saying.

I live on raw emotion baby

I answer questions never maybe

And I'm not kind if you betray me.

So who the hell are you to say we

Never would have made it babe.

If you needed love

Well then ask for love

Could have given love

Now I’m taking love

And it’s not my fault

Cause you both deserve

What is coming now

So don’t say a word

Wake up call

Caught you in the morning with another one in my bed

Don't you care about me anymore?

Don’t you care about me?

I don't think so.

Six foot tall

Came without a warning so

I had to shoot him dead

He won't come around here anymore

Come around here?

I don't think so.

Would have bled to make you happy

You didn't need to treat me that way

And now you beat me at my own game

And now I find you sleeping soundly

And your lovers screaming loudly

Hear a sound and hit the ground

If you needed love

Well then ask for love

Could have given love

Now I’m taking love

And it’s not my fault

Cause you both deserve

What’s coming now

So don’t say a word

Wake up call

Caught you in the morning with another one in my bed

Don't you care about me anymore?

Don’t you care about me?

I don't think so.

Six foot tall

Came without a warning so

I had to shoot him dead

He won't come around here anymore

Come around here?

I don’t feel so bad, I don’t feel so bad, I don’t feel so bad

I'm so sorry darling

Did I do the wrong thing?

Oh, what was I thinking?

Is his heart still beating?

Written by Marron 5

"You Can't Get Shot in the Back if You Don't Run"

Mutes they like to protestto

disagree between the lines

where the mass majority hide
And on the news it’s like Mardi Grase

very night with their shirts off

to shine your ears and eyes
In a restaurant boothI

cut my toothon

pictures of our sable justice

given the facts

who can relax

so easy on death?
Love ain’t something I remember

trust ain’t something I afford no one

lately I remember to forget

can’t get shot in the back if you don’t run

can’t get shot in the back if you don’t run
My fate it lies with someone

each stranger I’m a part of

and them of I
Across continents and oceans

transplanted the Great Divide

even though the Rockies they ain’t moved none
In an airport lounge

I try and drown

the pictures of our sable justice

given the facts

who can relax

so easy on death?
Love ain’t something I remember

trust ain’t something I afford no one

lately I remember to forget

can’t get shot in the back if you don’t run
Lyrics and Music by Matthew Good

Family is complicated, Love is complicated, Work is complicated, and there must be a way to make it all easier. Drugs help.

If the Weather didn't Change People would have Nothing to Talk About

Right.

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