Monday, May 31, 2010

Me, Myself and I

There is war at  my house. Not a purty sight. Fer shure.

Me wants to create this weekened.

Myself wants to sit, eat and read..


I want to clean. With FIVE 4 legged HAIRY kids, there are PILES of hair.

 BUT ME has been in overload this weekend. Making a baby blanket with matching pillow, 9 little scrap dolls and working on the Hands of Wisdom drawing. Also painting.








Then Myself has wanted to read. Finished Luanne Rice, is workin' through the Bible, and has started Kay Hooper.


Then Jack, one of the 4 legged's got bored.



and ate a magizine. Layne is not home this weekend to take care of her critter.

Now I have another mess to clean up. But Myself is really getting in the way! She keeps tellin I that Kay is callin! Drink some coffee and get Kaaay!

We shall see who wins. . . I thinks Myself just may have a bigger say in what goes on today. . . .

Kacklin' does a body good! So Kackle away!!



9 comments:

CatLadyLarew said...

Feeling a little schizophrenic this weekend, are we? I do exactly the same thing. But lazing around usually wins out, which is why my house is always a mess. Enjoy!

June said...

Crazy crafty you!! At least you didn't let the kids get in the way of your fun.

f8hasit said...

As a Gemini, I've always got two sides working against each other.

Presently the MYSELF side that likes to sit, eat, read and drink is winning all contests.
:-)

Thanks for the laugh! (or should I say Kackle?)

Debbie(single;complicated) said...

very cute blog!!!!!!! ha! I can so relate to this post..:)

Chris@Knucklehead! said...

Myself generally kicks me and I's collective asses.

Myself is lazy, but tough.

韋于倫成 said...

Happy New Year 2010........................................

Pat said...

Wow, not feeling yourself, I see! May the best woman win!

Never heard of scrap dolls! My you are a crafty one!

Me? I'd sit and read. Or blog. :)

9d5h41dV2h1f2_dgd45 said...

Man proposes, God disposes.........................................

柏懿綺辰 said...

Today is the first day of the rest of your life. ............................................................