Bad Flea...

This weekend was the first Flea Market here in Minnesota. The first one is always mid-April at the Minnesota State Fairgrounds...and since we had snow yesterday less than half the vendors showed up much to our disappointment (but they don't tell you that when they're charging you an arm and leg for admission). These are the only treasures I brought home with me...I know, how sad is that?

A lovely vintage mold that was priced a little too high for my taste but I got her to come down a bit.

And two packs of my favorite Whitman Old Maid cards with the cutest graphics. I don't know why I needed both packs but I did!

M&M...

Today was Matt's senior prom...He and Margaret have been dating now for about 5 months and are so cute together. She's the sweetest girl and any mom would be happy to have her dating their son.And yes, that is snow on the ground...it was 70 degrees last saturday but of course it had to snow the night before prom...Poor Margaret is posing for pictures outside in 33 degree weather. I hope they have a fantastic night!

Oh, in case you were wondering, Matt stands about 6'1...and Margaret only has 1" heels on.

I'm So Tired...

My dad isn't well.

And I have been so busy taking care of everything that most days I feel as though I'm literally losing my mind. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to do it for him, it's my job to do it, afterall I'm his daughter. He took care of me, now it's my turn to take care of him.

It seems just when I get hopeful he has a setback. Last night was the scariest night I think I've ever had. But I'm glad we were at the hospital when it happened and I'm glad the boys didn't come with us. It was like watching one of those hospital TV shows...I ran to get the nurse because he wasn't right...she ended up calling the rapid response team. A group of 9 doctors and nurses appeared from nowhere, spilled into the room and went to work so quickly it was surreal. And all I could think about while watching the doctors was that he and I just sat and argued about him not wanting to eat broccoli. God d*mn broccoli.

He had no idea what had happened and in his usual ornery way, after things settled down and he was good again, said to me, 'they don't do anything to me all day then decide to do all this s*it at night'...he had no idea.

He was moved to the Intensive Care Unit that night. Now I can't go anywhere without my cell phone...not even to the bathroom. And everytime it rings my heart catches in my throat.

I'm so tired...but I know he's 100 times more tired than I am...and I think it might be awhile before I spend any time in my studio.

It's a Good Day...

The sun is shining today and the snow is just about melted! It's a good day to decorate for Easter.

And it's a good day to run to Macy's to get the cutest Miss Me Jeans...I saw them in a magazine while Matt was getting his eyes checked...And I have to get them before any of the girls at work get them...even though I called dibs I still don't trust them! Then I need to clean my messy studio...I guess it's a good day for that also!