A preview and my dad...

I swear my life is so upside down right now... so much stuff going on all of the time it seems. I have neglected my blog for far too long and because I have a bunch of new stuff that I have been sitting on and itching ot put out... I felt like it was only proper to show the few of you that come here! Not to mention by baby has been sleeping for over an hour now, a record of sorts with her...



These are some of the new things I have going up at the new site... not everything though. I got tired and bored of doing the preview, so I gave up! There will be at least 1 more kit, a few more element packs, and 15 new templates! Considering I swaer I haven't been on the computer nearly as much as I had been before my dad got sick, I put together a good sized amount of crap! I cannot wait until the new site is done, up and running! The other gals at the playground are so talented and their designs are off the hook... for real... you have got to check them out once we launch!

A little update on pops... it's been a long hard road and its only been about a month now, but he is steadily declining in health and life I suppose. He has basically given up the desire to be around anymore. We were told about a week and a half ago that he would need a feeding tube because his intake was too low (about 500 gm a day) and was continuing to lose weight (at about 86 now). At first he was declining "treatment" and only agreed to go along with the program because I told him over and over again that I NEEDED him at the wedding in March, made no guarantees after that time, but at least I have another few months to attempt to get him to put on some pounds, gain some strength, and get walking. Here is a picture I got of him and Blake on Halloween:

At this point, though, after talking with all the doctors and nurses he is under, I highly doubt this is something that he will pull through... it's been hard to accept that and some days/times I still don't. I have always been an optimist of sorts and keep pretending and/or hoping that miraculously he will wake up one day and want to be here and force himself to eat... but I know how unhappy he really is and has been for a few years now since his stroke. I feel so selfish to "make" him stick around, make him seek the right medical treatment, etc... BUT I feel even worse going into the hospital everyday and watching him lay there, no TV on, staring at the wall, watching his body shut down as each day passes. Just when I think he's on the ball and will do what needs to be done, something else happens... like yesterday he got an infection that made him feel even worse... had a fever, throwing up, etc. so we start all over again. I'm babbling huh? I better stop before I get all emotional again. Guess I just needed to vent my thoughts into words...

Man... didn't think that tangent would go on that far! I expected to talk new product and new boobs! Guess I will save the boobs for another time :)