Playing Catch-Up

It’s been a few days. Weeks. Whatever. I’ve been busy. By busy I mean I’ve been occupying my time with other things. I might have forgot about this place entirely for a day or two. The days when I remembered? Yeah, I wasn’t feeling the writing thing.

So here’s the catch-up: I’ve been building/DIY’ing furniture type things. I re-did my bathroom (mostly – I still need to lay down the new floor and baseboards but I’m cheating and using self-adhesive vinyl tile, since I’ve never done it before). I spent time with the kids on the days they were out of school because of the snow. {The Lego Movie is great, by the way}. Yeah, yeah, all those other boring things.

Hubby finishes up his training tomorrow, then he’ll be home for good. He’s been gone eight weeks. It’s been so quiet here! (I’m joking, dear. I’m joking. I am! Stop sulking! I know you’re reading this and I love your face). I’ve missed him. I’ve had no one else to make fun of tv programs with me.

I thought about registering for a vendor’s table at a couple of comic-cons, to sell some of my jewelry (but mostly to check out the Cons. ha!). It’s fandom based jewelry so it fits. I’m a total geek about some things, yet I’ve never been to a comic-con! That is just tragic. It needs to change. Matt Smith and Karen Gillian will be at the Louisville con in a couple weeks. I wanted to go to that one but oh my g-o-s-h! It costs a small fortune to get in to the panels for those two. I wonder if they would take a child in place of cash..

I’m joking. My kids are worth a bit more than The Eleventh Doctor and Amy Pond. So I’ll just catch them next time. *sobs*

doctor amy

I want to build a TARDIS in the backyard. I did turn my mailbox into one, but I can’t quite squeeze in there.

My little sister is getting married in May. Her fiancé is a lovely bloke, but she’s too little to get married! She’ll always be a tiny, tiny child to me. Good luck to him; she’s got her big sister’s fiery attitude! haha.

This has been my bit of random for today. I’m hungry and need nourishment. Or else.

To The Ginger Goes The Doll

I hate headaches. Headaches make me want to yank my brain out and step on it. Rawr.

Prompt from http://www.writing.com/main/writing_prompts, because my brain hurts: “A new employee in a toy store finds an old supernatural Barbie doll.”

“Oh my gosh!” Kayla was running up the aisle, a rectangular box in her hands. She slid to a stop, her Converse squeaking on the floor. “Look what I found! Look what I found!”

Angi and Rachael exchanged a glance. “What did you find?” Rachael asked, peering at the box the other girl held. With a flourish, Kayla turned the box to face them.

“A Dean Winchester doll!”

Kayla turned to her left as her fiancée and fellow employee joined the group. “No way,” he shook his head, eyes on the doll, “What will you do with that thing? You don’t need that. Put it back.”

Kayla glared (and an impressive glare it was, for Kayla was a ginger). Angi and Rachael stepped back to avoid the crossfire.

Turning the full strength of her mighty glare upon her fiancée, she stomped one Converse-clad foot and declared, “I needs it!”

It was a happy new toy-store employee who went home with the Dean Winchester doll that night.

Aside

Kids Say Such Funny Things

“Mom, you came over with the Pilgrims, right?” 
No! I’m not that old!
“Are you sure? I thought I saw your picture in the chapter about pilgrims.”
Do you know how long the rest of your life is? Add it up, math genius, because that’s how long you’re grounded.

If you were a milkshake, what flavour would you be?
“Olive Oil, so you wouldn’t drink me.”
Ooh. Clever.

“Okay, I got the gnome out of the grave so now I’m sane again!”
‘Just watch out for the four-legged eyeball!’
Uh.. No. I’m not even going to ask.

“Nana said you should let me watch The Hunger Games.”
No way. That movie is about kids killing kids.
“She said you watched scary stuff when you were a kid.”
Yeah, look how I turned out.
“Good point!”

(After listening to the kids talk about the “old days”, before mom and dad had “cool stuff”)
You know what would be funny?
Hubby: “You’re not unscrewing the backs of their chairs so that they fall when they sit down.”
You never let me have any fun!

“Mom! He’s looking at my monitor!”
‘Mom, she’s watching something she shouldn’t.’
“No I’m not! Mom! He’s breathing my air!”
“Mom, she’s on my planet.”
(To hubby) This is why some species eat their young.
Hubby: “Use salt and pepper, Robert Irvine says it adds flavour.”

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