I was diagnosed with depression about seven years ago and have lived with it fairly well with as long as my meds are right. Every now and then when the meds stop working I turn into a weepy pile of hot mess. That happened Friday and hopefully the doctor can get me back on the right track Monday. This has been provided as a public service announcement. If you wake up weeping and feeling like hot pile of mess go to the doctor!
Old picture frame, just enough left over spray paint to paint 5x7 frame, wire mesh leftover frame scrapbook page. Now a brand new earring holder!
I have always had a passion for making things look better now it has turned into furniture. See before and after pics.
Yesterday was Dr. Seuss day at school, also Hayes was star of the week. I took him lunch from the Sonic and ate at the special table. Then I went back to his room and read his favorite book to the class. He was happy to his CC come to school and I enjoyed it too.
My Dad is 72 years old tomorrow and I love to hear him talk about his childhood now. Of course, there were times when they would bore me to death. But I cherish them now. I am from a small town known for its gravel and we have a lot of gravel pits. Dad and I were trying to out do each other with gravel pit stories from our childhood the other day. Swimming in the deep blue water the pits created, the pits were the town's lover's lane and playground! He finally told a story I'd never heard about finding dynomite and him and his best friend would light and through in the "blue swimming hole". At that point I said okay you WIN!!!
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