A Week In The Life....

This will be the 3rd year I have participated in this -- a simple creative concept - for one week - 7 days you capture your life - through the lense of a camera, journaling, and any bits and pieces you may have! I find this AWESOME!!! I can usually be found with camera in hand (or in purse) most everyday anyhow - the first year I participated is SLIM...I was unsure of what I should do. I found myself picking and choosing what I would document. Why?? I don't have a clue!!! Maybe, my life is boring....I no longer have a glamourous job...I'm a mom ~ I drive my mini-van, I take my (at that time) kid to school...I run errands...If I am being honest I'd LOVE to redo that year....There are SO many things I'd add!!!

Last year, a bit more involved -- still trying to "find" my way in this process. Included more but I don't think enough.....

This year...I AM KICKING BUTT and taking names!!!! I am roughly 8 hours into it and I have taken 157 pictures (can you say random). AND, I have gotten 2 pieces of journaling completed. According to my "plan" I am doing about 4 12X12 layouts per day -- lots of pictures and "stuff", some journaling and then one detailed section of journaling.....I am also keeping track of the music I hear in my daily "car runs" I am calling it My Soundtrack To My 2010 Week In The Life. While I don't know if I'll post each day my detailed journaling here is my subject for today -- I LOVE IT :)

Hello, My Love...

It seems like we haven’t seen each other for a million years...yet, it has only been 24 hours. Usually you hear me say “Grande” please - Then there are those days that I am lagging and I say with conviction “Upsize my Grande to VENTE, darkish and yummy!!”

My deep and only slightly wavering love for you started about 1982 (for those of you keeping track that is 28 years ago - simply, impossible since I am only 24). Sometimes, for short periods of time and with tears in my eyes I have had to bid you adieu. And while I am oh so very sad at the time - there is always the knowledge that at the first chance, I would go running back to you...and there you would be waiting, welcoming, warm and yummy with open arms (hypothetically speaking of course because I am not crazy I know you don’t actually have arms!).

We have a specific routine you and I and while I like you simply detest you in your purest form - My love for you is unending for you in your many reincarnations. I love you HOT - yet, not hot each morning…I arrive at one of the many places my family lovingly refers to as my dealer. Most days I simply go for the normal - I am a predictable kind of girl!! Also, most times I don’t even have to tell them what I want. Every once in a while there is a newbie - I must remember to tell them ever so gently in that strange and foreign language those of us that love you speak. I say “Grande, Pike Place Roast Drip, Please leave about an inch at the top”…On occasion - when I am not paying attention I can be heard saying “Please leave an inch at the bottom”…Can you picture the looks I get. Oh, how I wish I loved you like that but, alas as much as I love you (and I do) I simply am NOT a fan. I do not like you in a box, and I do not like you with a fox!! I am simply not a fan of your taste…Crrrazy right!! I love you poured over a nice cup of ice - still with space (at the top). Lovingly, you and I start our morning trek…we walk over to what I refer to as the counter of love. As if on auto-pilot the following happens…One napkin laid on the counter, Lid removed as your sweet smelling aroma raises to meet me, insert one stir stick, tear open 3 (if I am feeling wild I make it 4) packages of Splenda. They have yet to carry Stevia and I usually forget to throw it in my purse. I watch the granules’ dissolve my joy begins to bubble we are oh so close to being done. Now, comes the creamer - I am a creature of habit. In high school, I was introduced to half-and-half creamer. Until then I had NO IDEA that it even existed (how is that)…yet, one more thing I have to thank Mima for. With much care I pour in the half and half…I don’t go crazy I don’t know exactly how much I put in…I do however know what I am looking for a sweet luscious color I find hard to describe - oh, but I know you and I love you!!! Sweetly, I whisper “Hello, handsome” you well, you can’t answer can you but in our relationship, we don’t need words! You’ve been waiting for me…I appreciate you so. As we walk, back to the car, I fool myself into thinking you aren’t searing tongue burning hot - I look to you for some kind of confirmation. Today, my hot and yummy have they poured you the perfect temperature so I don’t have to put our reunion off any longer. You tease me… Maaaybe… Each day I think you might be right. I bring the lid to my mouth - the opening beckons… Try me I swear I can hear you say. Each day I believe you - that first sip you hit the tip of my tongue…LIAR! I want to scream. It is a wonder I have any taste buds on the tip of my tongue. I place you lovingly in the drink holder. Yes, it’s your special place. Now, the waiting begins 7-10 minutes to be exact. Like a little bit of yummy goodness you have reached the perfect temperature for this creature of habit. I delight in our meeting again, I enjoy your flavor, I am SO happy to have you. There will always be occasions that I venture to a new taste..Dark (make mine white please) Chocolate Cherry, White Chocolate Zipper doodle (always always iced), White Chocolate Mocha and on occasion…Carrot Cake or S’more (THANKS BENS!!!). Oh, and if I am in Bonney Lake…White Coffee at Ben’s - you simply can’t beat it!!

So, my love it’s time for us to part, be strong, it’s not forever, tomorrow will be here soon and once again you will be waiting…

At the Hard Rock in Seattle with the birthday boy!!! It's been a great weekend!!!