Not sure what’s gotten into me…doing my nails so much since usually it’s just a winter thing. So many fun Spring colors though, I have to keep going. Plus it’s been fun to try different things. The top left picture with the two tone was fun to do. I painted the nail in Essie Tart Deco the night before. The next morning I taped the nail (with Scotch tape) and painted Sally Hansen Mighty Mango on the top part. The only problem with this is that it chipped pretty quickly. I’m assuming because there was so much polish on my nails.

I’ve been experimenting with polka dots a lot. Side note: My friend Jen and I had a conversation about how fingernail pictures often are ridiculous. The person will be holding some really random object. Hence, the picture holding a loofah.

One of my new favorite colors is Essie Turquoise & Caicos. (That’s pictured in the bottom left.)

I recently got a new fast drying top coat by Seche Vite. It’s boss. It really is the ultimate fast dry top coat that I’ve ever used. Definitely pick some up if you can.

It’s been fun to do so many different colors and try different things. Plus it’s a whole lot cheaper than regular manicures or fake acrylic nails. I can’t decide if I’m fickle with nail color or just like too many colors to stick with one. Whenever I sit down to paint my nails I mull over my choices trying to select the best one for that week. Usually Josh helps me make the selection. Thank goodness he’s a good sport about it. Right now my nails are pink. This weekend, who knows…

I can remember my dad and brother shooting off rockets when we were younger. They would get the rocket ready, putting in the engine and paper towels to protect the parachute. Then came the time to study how hard the wind was blowing and which way. If you didn’t shoot the rocket at the right direction you would be traipsing through neighbors’ yards. There were many treks out into the corn field to fetch the rocket. They would finally fire the rocket and we would watch it blast into the air. Crossing our fingers that the parachute would deploy, the rocket would start it’s descent. We’d all hold our breath as it came closer to landing.

Josh, my dad and Jasper shot off a few rockets over the weekend. Jasper thinks it’s pretty much the coolest thing ever. The first one went straight up and Jasper yelled, “OH. MY. GOODNESS. SAKE.”. We lucked out and a few landed right in our yard so Jasper could retrieve them. Last year one ended up in our neighbor’s tree for most of the winter. Another just vanished. We lost that one in the sky and it was never seen again.

When Josh bought Jasper a rocket last year we decided to shoot it in my parent’s backyard. They live right next to a ball diamond and corn field so there is a lot of open space. Shooting off rockets will hopefully be such a fun memory for Jasper. And I really like that the memory will include my old backyard where I watched many rockets blast off and float back down.

I’m laying in bed. It’s sometime between 12:30am and 1:00am. I’m trying not to look at my phone anymore since I’ve already spent an hour playing Sudoku and Draw Something and scrolling through Instagram. Josh is loudly breathing next to me. I begrudgingly push his elbow out of my back. I turn to my side…then my back. I lay there with my eyes wide open wondering how I can feel so completely not tired. I listen to the ceiling fan. It’s gotten louder lately and much more annoying. Clink, clink, clink, clink… It distracts me from what I’m supposed to be doing, sleeping. Okay, focus. I tell myself to focus on deep breaths. I hear Jasper stirring. I anticipate him at my door telling me he needs to go potty. I wait. Nothing. I decide it’s safe to fall asleep since it doesn’t look like he’s getting up. Back to the breathing thing. In…out…in…out… I realize I’m just not comfortable so I figure that’s my problem. I resituate my pillows. I move my legs at an angle only after forgetting for a second my husband is not working tonight and I have to share the bed.

I begin mentally listing everything I could have gotten done around the house rather than laying in bed not sleeping. Laundry folded, downstairs could be dusted, a bathroom clean, a session could have been edited… I feel angry that I didn’t get those done because I was so exhausted and felt like I should go to bed.

The dog starts snoring. I have no patience for this so I loudly say his name. “Bebo!” Snore. “Bebo!”, I say much more loudly. Josh stirs a little and for a second I feel bad. He turns over and immediately is back to his deep smooth breathing. Darn him. I used to be able to fall asleep at anytime.

Temptation gets the best of me and I check my phone for the time. It’s 1:23am. How is that even possible? Jasper will be up in like five frickin’ hours. It’s serious now, I have to fall asleep. Clink, clink, clink… That damn ceiling fan. I’m going to throw something at it. Suddenly, I feel something. Is that sleepiness? Where did that come from? I yawn and turn to my side. I can’t help but wonder why I suffer from insomnia so many nights. I think maybe… And there it is, finally…sleep.

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Many nights I sit at the computer and start blog posts. I click “Add New” and start typing. Usually halfway through I abandon the post and it goes to sit in blog post purgatory. I have things I want to write about but I can’t seem to write it in the right way. Maybe I’m more cautious about coming across as something I’m not… Maybe my views and opinions have changed so much since starting that I don’t know how to convey them… Honestly I don’t know why but I’ve lost my words.

I like having this blog and I like you, my dear reader. I know that you like me too (well, most of you). So I want to keep writing in this place but not in a halfway kind of way. I’ve decided in an effort to eliminate the pressure I’m going to just photo blog it for awhile. I’ll share pictures that I’ve taken and they may or may not be accompanied by words. If Jasper does something extraordinary, I may write about that. No pressure. I’m just going to go with the flow and see what happens. I’m tossing around the idea of writing in a journal again, just for me. I haven’t journaled regularly since college but I think it might be helpful.

I don’t think I’ve lost my words forever. I’m sure I put them somewhere safe so I would know right where they were. I’ll find them one of these days. I need to check my sock drawer. As a child my “happy attitude” was often hiding in there. Until then, I hope you’ll continue to visit for pictures and little snippets here and there.