Through Skys Eyes

Hey everyone,

I know i have been very quiet lately, Maybe i have just been traumatized with brain worms and airplanes falling from the sky everywhere i go. I dont know, maybe its just a mood swing.

But anyways, Im here today and I had been doing some more sketches for the story book. I have only scanned one so far, so the moment i can scan some more, I will put them up as well.

Well the crazy season is here and upon us, and its been an insane week, with work christmas parties, birthday parties, attempting to do some sort of christmas shopping in between all of this with the kids on holidays and family and friends calling you all offering for you to spend christmas with them, while you try and come up with a reasonable excuse why you cant go and spend it with them.

Yes, i truly do love this time of year, the love of the people of the world, fly out the window the moment the store doors open and everyone pushings eachother out of the way just so they can get their hands on the toy their child was dieing for. Yes I am also guilty of this, i quickly learnt as a single parent, that if you want that gift for your child, then you have to push back and push through the masses.

Anyway, I got all my shopping done thank god, now i have to get my sons birthday organized (its in a week and a half) goodie!

So thats been my insane life for the past few weeks.. work work work, shopping and more work.

oh ye, i started this post about a sketch i did.. lol.. i will put it up on the book gallery you can see all the sketches i have done so far on the witches nursery page. I will soon create a gallery for the book alone.

Well thank you everyone and have a very very merry merry christmas.

‘Twas was the night before Christmas, when all thru the abode,
only one creature was stirring, and she was cleaning the commode.
The children were finally sleeping, all snug in their beds,
while visions of Playstation 2’s and Barbie, flipped through their heads.

The dad was snoring in front of the TV,
with a half-constructed bicycle on his knee.
So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter,
which made her sigh, “Now what’s the matter?”

With toilet bowl brush still clutched in her hand,
she descended the stairs, and saw the old man.
He was covered with ashes and soot, which fell with a shrug.
“Oh great,” muttered the mom, “Now I have to clean the rug.”

“Ho-ho-ho!” cried Santa, “I’m glad you’re awake.”
“Your gift was especially difficult to make.”
“Thanks, Santa, but all I want is some time alone.”
“Exactly!” he chuckled, “I’ve made you a clone.”

“A clone?” she asked, “What good is that?
Run along, Santa, I’ve no time for chit-chat.”

The mother’s twin. Same hair, same eyes,
same double chin. “She’ll cook, she’ll dust, ”
she’ll mop every mess. You’ll relax, take it easy,
watch The Young & the Restless.” “Fantastic!” the mom cheered.
“My dream come true! “I’ll shop. I’ll read., I’ll sleep a whole night
through! ”

From the room above, the youngest began to fret.
“Mommy?! I scared… and I ‘m wet.”

The clone replied, “I’m coming, sweetheart.”
“Hey,” the mom smiled, “She knows her part.”
The clone changed the small one, and hummed a tune,
as she bundled the child, in a blanket cocoon.

“You the best mommy ever. ” I really love you.”
The clone smiled and sighed, “I love you, too.”
The mom frowned and said, “Sorry, Santa, no deal. ”
That’s my child’s love, she’s trying to steal.”

Smiling wisely Santa said, “To me it is clear, ”
Only one loving mother, is needed here.”

The mom kissed her child, and tucked her into bed.
“Thank you, Santa, ” for clearing my head.
I sometimes forget, it won’t be very long,
when they’ll be too old, for my cradle-song.”

The clock on the mantle began to chime.
Santa whispered to the clone, “It works every time.”
With the clone by his side Santa said, “Goodnight.
Merry Christmas, Mom, You’ll be all right.

Author unknown

You Know You’ve Had Too Much Christmas Cheer When…

1. You notice your tie sticking out of your fly.
2. Someone uses your tongue for a coaster.
3. You start kissing the portraits on the wall.
4. You see your underwear hanging from the chandelier.
5. You have to hold on to the floor to keep from sliding off.
6. You strike a match and light your nose.
7. You take off your shoes and wade in the potato salad.
8. You hear someone say, “Call a priest!”
9. You hear a duck quacking and it’s you.
10. You complain about the small bathroom after emerging from the closet.
11. You refill your glass from the fish bowl.
12. You tell everyone you have to go home… and the party’s at your place.
13. You ask for another ice cube and put it in your pocket.
14. You yawn at the biggest bore in the room… and realize you’re in front of the hall mirror.
15. You pick up a roll, and butter your watch.
16. You suggest everyone stand and sing the national budget.
17. You’re at the dinner table and you ask the hostess to pass a bedpan.
18. You take out your handkerchief and blow your ear.
19. You tell your best joke to the rubber plant.
20. You realize you’re the only one under the coffee table.

Haha, yes this is skys alter ego speaking. I have taken over for five minutes.. Well if i could live my life over again, and be anything i wanted to be.. Id be a filthy rich, prima donna, kicking A$$ in all industries of life with a string of hot guys hanging on every word i honor them by saying… just because im so wise!! I’d only wear what i wanted to wear (which would include nothing at all.. if i felt like it).. Red nation label baby!!! I wouldnt allow my life to be consumed by all this political crap that everyone is so consumed about and id live life to the fullest. Id be as bitchy or nice as i wanted to be and help the poor weak people (because they need me and worship me) and kick paris Hiltons A$$ and her dog too (if you could call it a dog.. i truly believe its a conspiracy and its really paris’s clone.. i believe they are attached at the hip.. ) And yes!!! i would help the poor people.. i’d probably set up reservations for all the hippies..and native training camps for politicians… (That only played cow’s with guns on the airways 24/7) god bless em!!! (cause noone else will) and i would have an affair with george bush, (just so that he would finally get kicked off and let someone with more than 6 brain cells run the country). Id make sure that every Mcdonalds store sold frybread (my gramma recipe ofcourse).. and Driving around in my indian car would be the countries anthem. Id make sure Arigon Starr got her own state to run as she pleases.. why?? just because she rocks! Id kick off and ban all the spammers on myspace cause they pi$$ me off with all their “oh look at me naked” website links that then ask you to fill in your credit card.. that is just cruel I’d teach justin timberlake what sexy really is!! And lock the Spears brothers in my closet for demonstration purposes. Yes this is the Alter Ego speaking, and i only get out once in a while, so i better make the best of it.. I rock .. you know it.. Its my Reality, let me do what i wish with it.. (atleast until i get locked back up in to sky’s boring mind again) smoochies!!!! Skys Ego!