I had the privilege of taking this handsome young man's senior pictures.

I think I just aged ten years by saying "handsome young man."

He wanted them done at the library.

Which  I thought was pretty cool.











The one below is my favorite.  I'm not sure why.  But I love it.



I had such a good time taking his pictures.  And at the end, he said that he did too.

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Etsy is my time waster.  I can spend hours looking at all the handmade goodies.  So when it came time to purchase some prints for my walls, of course I looked on Etsy. 

 JanetHillStudios has been in my "favorite" list for a long time. 
I was so excited to finally have her work in my bedroom. 

This one is my favorite.


  Those pictures calm me.

Moving on to the  guest bedroom.


The lower print is from one of my favorite shops called TheWheatfield. 




I have a print from that shop in my office that I love. 



Her art just makes me happy.

Prints are a whole lot cheaper then original artwork but they still can be 25 to 35 dollars a pop. 

I was out of money. 

So I looked into shops that offered digital download. 

I "favorited" a shop called LilyLaManch and she messaged me offering a "buy 2 get 2 free" deal.

The prints were only five bucks. 

Sold!


I bought two and picked out four prints.  She sent a file to my email and I printed them off at home. 

I like the way it turned out. 

This wall is also in the guest room.


I bought these adorable kitchen towels at Anthropologie and put them in hoops. 


And that completes my little art tour. 

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My doctor ordered a sleep study for me.  Sleep disorders can cause depression.  Or depression can cause sleep disorders.  If you have a sleep disorder, sometimes that can be treated and then the depression goes away.

I'm pretty sure that it's my depression that's causing me not to sleep.  Not the other way around.  But I listened to the doctor and had a sleep study last night.




I arrived at 7:30 pm.   My sleep tech was a guy.  That was awkward.  He made sure I was comfortable and then left me alone till about 9:30.  I watched four episodes of How I Met Your Mother.

Then he came in and attached electrodes to my head, leg and chest.




All the wires were connected to this box.


It was all very strange.  There was a video camera that pointed right at the bed.  They watch you. They are listening too.
It creeped me out.
I did fall asleep though.  I only remember one dream.  It was about Flo from the Progressive Insurance commercials.  I met her in real life and she was 6 foot 3.

I had to wear a cannula.  There wasn't oxygen flow.  It was just to measure my breathing.  After awhile my ears began to ache from the tubes.  I kept thinking of my boss.  She had terrible sores on her ears.  We tried putting pads on them.  Nothing really helped.  It made me so sad thinking about it.

Then I wondered if the electrodes on my head was telling them that I was sad.  Could they tell if I had a song in my head?
I hope not.
I kept going back and forth from "Brave" by Sara Bareilles and "C is for Cookie" by Cookie Monster.

The tech came in only once during the night to reattach a electrode that had moved.  Then he came in again at 6 to wake me up.

I was already awake.

I'm anxious to hear what the information all says about me.  He said someone would call in five to ten days.

It could be nothing.

It could be something.

Either way....I really hope I don't have to do this again.

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I think this picture is hysterical.

Micah needed braces and today was the day.  He got six total.  In about six months he will get a full set.

Yesterday he drank his last Mountain Dew.  We were told that Mountain Dew was the absolute worst pop for teeth.

I am not paying five thousand dollars for his teeth and then have them rot and fall out.




He cried.  Real tears!

I'm joking.

Here is my metal mouth cutie.


He was great.  He is a little sore this evening.
Now hopefully he will stick with the brushing four times a day (!) and limit himself on sugary foods.

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One evening when I was nine. my family went to dinner and a movie.

This was rare.

Occasionally we went to dinner.

But I can count the movies on one hand that we saw as a family when I was little.

I wish I could remember where we went to dinner that night.  The only thing I recall is being very sick to my stomach.  I was convinced that it was the soda I had.  I even went so far as not drinking a sip of soda until I was 11.

It wasn't the soda.

Kind of like when I thought that french fries gave me zits.  I abstained for two years.  Not a single fry.  And guess what?

I still had zits.

My dad is a huge Paul McCartney fan.  I grew up listening to his albums.  So when this movie came out, it was a given that we would see it.

When we walked into the lobby we ran into some friends.   They asked what movie we were seeing.

"Give My Regards To Broad Street!"  we said cheerily.  

They shook their heads.

"We just saw it and it was quite possibly the worst movie ever made."

I remember feeling so sad for my dad.  For all of us really.  It didn't seem fair that one of the rare movies that we would see in the theater would be one of the "worst movies ever made."

My dad seemed unfazed.

I remember that the movie was a little....bizarre.  But I loved it.  Mainly because I was watching  Paul McCartney singing the songs that I loved.    

This weekend I found myself humming "Wanderlust".  I looked it up on itunes and low and behold I could buy the whole Soundtrack for $9.99.

Sold.

I've listened to it about ten times.

I know all the words to every song.

It may have been the "worst movie of all time".

But the music makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Like I'm a little girl again.  Sick to her stomach on "soda."  But loving every minute of a movie whose music was such a huge part of her.

So much so that 30 years later, it still is.

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Saturday we had some people over.  This was kind of a big deal.  I used to have people over all the time. Back when I was....healthier.

I used to love to entertain.  But the past year I just haven't had the strength or desire to do it.

I felt pretty good on Saturday so the timing was right.

I made my go-to meal.


Lasagna.  It's my momma's "company's coming"  meal too.

Everything turned out really well.

Sunday I sewed.





Darren wanted me to put patches on his bibs.

I was scared.  




The material is so thick.  I wasn't sure if my machine could handle it.

I thought the pretty pins looked funny.

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I actually did a decent job.



It's hard to make those things look good.

Then I made something pretty..


It's not perfect.  But I like it.




When I feel inadequate about what I'm creating....I read this.


It makes me feel better.

Here are two random pictures to end this post.


It was decided that he needs a money clip.



He's playing Flappy Birds.  He looks so cute!

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I finally did it.  I sewed a pillow.  I'm not going to lie....it was scary.

I printed off the instructions.


I gathered the supplies.


It took me forever to measure and cut the fabric.

I almost called it a night.

But I soldiered on.

My first task was to sew a seam.



It was uneven and a bit knotted but that was OK.

Then I pinned the three fabric pieces together.



I sewed the pieces together and turned them right side out.


I stuffed the pillow inside and goodness gracious it fit!



Here is the back.




I added some fringe.



I have to admit that I was pretty proud of myself.  Even though it took me almost a year to muster up the courage to thread the machine and make something.


I'm so glad I did.

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I have a beautiful camera.  It's a Canon 60D.  I love it.  But it's big and bulky so it's not convenient to carry around.

However..... special occasions require it.

Like taking my nephews senior pictures.

He wanted them done in the library.

Which was the coolest location ever.


I can't show you his pictures because his mom hasn't seen them.  But I think they turned out pretty good.  Mainly because of my camera.

I will share this cutie with you.

That's his sister.
She's a doll.

In other news.....I've discovered that QT has the best mocha's around.


And at a $1.74....you can't beat that.

Even if the cups are ugly.
Not even an expensive camera can make that cup look good.  

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Keith and I went to a antique store on Saturday.  I thought this sign was hilarious.  I should have bought it and hung it in the boys' bathroom.

I bought this instead.

I'm not sure if I will put it in my office or my kitchen.




There is loads of jewelry to dig through.  I found this.  It reminds me of one I bought at a consignment shop that I wear all the time.


I thought this was neat.  I have no idea what I'll do with it.




Oops.  Sorry it's upside down.  I'm to lazy to edit pictures tonight.


My roots are in the above picture.  Plattsmouth, Lincoln, Omaha.  I love them.

I thought this pictures sums up this house.



Remember this?



I made another attempt.





I like it better.  But I don't love it.  Maybe the colors should be lighter.  Maybe I should have painted the white canvas.


This was on PostSecret.com
Notice the time.



I haven't been sleeping.  I haven't been feeling good either.  I don't think the Abilify is working.  It makes me feel very strange.  I really had high hopes for it.  It's so discouraging to have to  start something new. You never know what side effects you are going to have.  And they say to give it four to six weeks for a new medication to take effect.  And then....what if IT doesn't work.  

Sigh.

I liked the postcard above.  Anyone who says "trust your heart" is a idiot.  The hard part is when your mind isn't well.
It makes the fight even harder.    It's exhausting.

But worth it.

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