patelyne

When you’re down to a week before gift exchange, trying to take the knuckle off of your thumb with a cheese grater is a bad idea. For serious. Don’t do that.

Without tumblr distracting me today I figured it was perfect time to finish this toy, but - even though it feels better than last night - my thumb is really not happy with the whole bending deal. This is about as much fun as when I punctured my finger with the sharp set.
Stupid small yet annoying injuries.

How is it that I can glide around on knife shoes without injury, then hurt myself finishing dinner up.
Wtf self.

Start with knife shoes -



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I am SOOOOOOO tired of the hot. So Very Tired.

Now I know you would be fully within your rights to point out that I, the heat hater, moved to the desert, full of heat, like a big dumb idiot. 
BUT I urge you to keep in mind that I would be within my rights to squirt you directly in the face with the spray bottle I've taken to keeping in the fridge. Repeatedly. At close range. 
So maybe you could just not point out the obvious, and deal with a few days of my whining until the temp finally drops? At least until the highs drop below 100? Please?

( bit more whining and gratuitous yarn and Hedgie pics )

Topsy-Turvy doll for younger niece, chemo cap for donation and mittens ... well one mitten and most of the second (I said I was a bit accomplished)
( Cut to save the uninterested from masses of big ol' knitting pictures )

Things able to make me smile seem to be in short supply today, but this did it:




Ceiling cat at the store lives! I hadn’t heard noises for a while, so I was wondering about him/her. Not only did I hear it, but ceiling cat even peeked down to see us. Now if only it would let us get it out of the ceiling, we’d all be happier. Lura tried to bribe it with some ham and cheese, but no luck yet.

Keeping myself busy lately. Noticed that I never did post some of the things I planned on.
( pictures from the past week or so... )

Okay tiniest bit of explanation for those not following TWNZ. There is a clone of Jack named Yancy. Yancy got a little friendly with the TARDIS and became ‘with coral’ (read: pregnant) Working theory is that the actual TARDIS (read: mommy) kidnapped the coral from him and travelled back in time to give it to Jack to raise in the hub.



Look at that family photo. Least Jack could have done is smile. Sheesh.
And here’s a lovely solo portrait (Who's a cute baby TARDIS? YOU ARE!!)



So in messenger one day I spouted a random … something. From Jack to his grandbaby coral:

Sand and oatmeal. You're lucky little one. You get a smooth surface and a heat lamp. I had grit and the searing sun. Sure I shove you off the desk occasionally, but Grandda's got needs
Ianto always apologizes and dusts you off after. Toughen up.
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Couple days later in messenger:

Sue: g'pa, do you haz any new tales?
Me: *thinks*
Seems weird to raise his own grandkid. Grandkid that looks exactly like his own child with her would have looked. Funny thing, genetics. Guess he didn't miss the opportunity after all.
*adjusts desklamp for optimal exposure to the rays*
Sue: aww - does the grandkid have a name?
Me: not yet
Sue: that's shamefull
Me: says the dad
(she is Yancy, after all)
Sue: in yancy's defence, the TARDIS ran off with him/her/it
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Now this one I started in my notebook to share, but I never finished it. I actually stopped mid sentence AND CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE I WAS GOING WITH IT. It was two weeks ago, but still.
CAN ANYONE HELP ME FINISH THE LAST SENTENCE?

One sided chats with Grandda (continued)

Don’t deny that polish sorted your growth just there…more than the miracle grow that turned your side yellow. I was trying to help. Really.

Oh stop that pouting, I can feel it from here, whether you’ve got lips or not. You’re half Harkness and we can’t be contained by biology. Every grandfather wants his … Grandson? Granddaughter?

*experimentally picks up coral looking for any new or more pronounced dimpling or … anti-dimples*

Whichever you are, anyone would want you to grow up faster.

You’ve had hundreds of years as it is. When I was a kid we were put out on our own most days as soon as we could walk. Okay bad safety example considering your uncle. Just avoid any time lords looking for a new set of wheels you’ll not be taken away. And if you do see a Timelord? The Doctor? Save us both a lot of trouble. and 1000s years growth time, shell building, travel time with constant sidetrips- Oh I know your mother. No sense of direction coming from that side of the genepool.

But like I was saying, save us the trouble and
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And what? WHAT??
HELP

This morning at work Lil tells me to shut my eyes and hold out my hands, because she bought me a present at the zoo. I ask her all the usual bizarre questions - is it real? fake? a camel? a spider? a tiger? is she sure it isn't real? etc etc etc

She says I won't ever find out unless I shut my eyes and wait, so I finally close my eyes and hold out my hands.
Before she hands it over she sighs and says "I hope you like it. They didn't have any metal ones, and you have to pretend it can fly. But I picked out a pretty one just for you"

I assure her it will be perfect, just because she's giving it to me so she drops it into my hand. What is it?




...it is possible she might have watched Planet of the Dead with me one too many times. Oops?
(Love the prezzie though)

Why oh why did I fight getting a laptop for so long? I am currently on the computer, but outside, enjoying the humidity. When it’s cool and humid I am a happy camper, usually we get impossibly hot and dry days the closer it gets to summer.

( Since no one is online and I'm bored to tears - well not quite, but close - you get a random post of random from me today. Sure I could stop procrastinating and work on my todo list, but where's the fun in that? )