July 30th 2010

Value Village,I found a wonderful picnic basket. The Dollar store, I found some lovely sandwich cutters. Plan? Picnic soon. I just need a red checked picnic blanket. You can`t have a picnic lunch without one - oh that, and a place to have the picnic, but that shouldn`t be a problem.
Jorelle stopped by after his last day of summer school, how wonderfully proud of him I am : ) He`s earned his geek tittle fair and square ( not root. ) So we went out to get him lunch, and decided to go to the lake. It was extremely hot out, and I have this thing with bodies of water and getting my feet wet in them, if I see it, I have to do it. Mom says that her mother had the same problem and that she would even make my moms father pull over at streams and rivers.

The water was somewhat yucky and green, and there were these weird things that we couldn`t decided if they were bugs or baby fish, but they were funny looking with a big round body and two limbs, they looked like miniture row boats , I guess we`ll never know. ( secretly they`re how the minimoys travel across the water) Note: Ducks do not seem to like white chip macadamia nut cookies. What a shame. Now you finally have an answer to the question ``Who doesn`t like white chip macadamia nut cookies?`` The answer is ducks.
I think I like vertical over horizontal pictures. Look at the water fountain, the poor water only shot outside of one side. Or it could have been windy. I have a thing were I could just sit and stare out at the water for ages, I`m weird but its a soothing feeling, I`m an Aquarius, I love me my bodies of water.
He is such a responsible young man, pushing the cart back to Sobeys, I think he`s upset with me because i wouldn`t get into the cart.
He puts up with a lot from me. I have weird antics, he`s patient with me when I bombard him with my camera, sometimes he even poses for me, he stresses over what I`m thinking from time to time, and he always tries his hardest to make me smile in my worst moments. I think I`ve found my place, in his arms.

His breathless speech reaches her ears
a tingle down her spine
his fingers brush against the sleeve of her shirt
her face itches with the longing of his touch
His eyes gleam with an obvious affection
the hidden smile, not quite hidden
the coy mask hides nothing from her
he leans in
with every kiss he gives her his silent promise
a promise of true undying love
with every breath taken, is taken for her
to have her only lie in his arms would be more than ever ever needs
a lifetime of staring into his eyes is more than she could wish for
the extent of the love, more than many fathom
but it is there
and it will last.