Hi Again

Hi everyone!

Wow, two blog entries in one day...that's, that's crazy, man! But I am feeling the need to write this morning.

This is a tribute to a previous post on my other blog (which, sadly, is now gone due to some technical thingy which I am no good with the fixy).

Now as many of you know, I do believe I was born to be a princess (y'know, servants, maids, people to paint my toenails, someone to turn the pages of my glossy magazines, blah, blah, blah). And, as many of you know I HATE doing housework. It is the bane of my existence. One would think I am actually allergic to the whole process, especially lately as you look around the castle...absolutely horrible.

Now my husband, the prince, is a kind and loving man. And VERY patient! That is why I love the prince. Because he knows me to the very core of who I am. Now, although the prince loves to come home to a clean castle, more times than not, he crosses the drawbridge into the "castle of chaos" (note: say "castle of chaos" in a deep echo-y voice in your head...then you get the full picture).

As I was saying, the prince loves his princess...warts and all! He knows that she is a flighty little creature who often gets distracted by pretty, crafty little projects (kind of like a magpie who is easily distracted by pretty, shiny things). Perhaps that is what the prince should call me...Magpie, the Princess! Sounds rather royal-ish. Anywhoooo...sorry, I keep digressing from my main story (see...like a magpie...).

Well the prince is a loving a patient man...who (and I can't blame him for this) loves a clean palace. Lately, I have been so distracted with other things, I have been using my knitting projects as a major distraction from thinking about "life-in-general". Being the loving prince, he humours me in my wallowing and "running-away-from-life-by-knitting-because-if-I-don't-keep-distracted-I'm-gonna-have-a-meltdown" kind of existence. But, again, last night I looked around the castle, and after tripping over the same pair of shoes not once, not twice, but thrice times, I decided the knitting has to be ruthlessly thrust to the side. ABSOLUTELY no more knitting until I've cleaned the castle up today. (Besides, I've been sitting and knitting for so many hours at a stretch that my muscles are beginning to cramp)

So, today I am boycotting my knitting (*sob* *sniff*) until the castle is clean. No giving into the princess's little tantrums today, no sir! I caved last week when I made the same pledge (I am so weak). But today, no yarn will be touched, fondled, or lovingly caressed until every spec of dust has been vacuumed, every piece of clothing has been washed and put away, every countertop scrubbed, every sink and toilet gleaming, and every pillow fluffed. Then and only then will I pick up the sticks and wool.

Which brings me to my next point. When do I tell the prince I'd like to raise a couple of sheep to grow my own fleece??? Here pretty sheep...come to Magpie!