This one’s for you Kats! I screen shot the photos on my phone on the way to work this morning. Isn’t it gorg!?
Okay. So I couldn’t resist posting pics of AxOHMYGODwell either just for the heck of it. Even though you actually can’t see his face. Bet you have this sorta scenery to enjoy all over your place. All I see are concrete jungles. Pfft. Watching this really makes me wanna leave. Well. Not the world. But. My world. Behind. Just for a wee bit. Jump into the water (wait, actually, I think I’d probably drown). Go for a long drive to nowhereness (even though I can’t drive). Stare at the sky all night long (that I can do). Climb a mountain. See places. But meh. I’m stuck in the basement (that’s where my classroom is – odd isn’t it?) for the next two years….
I found this out about an hour and a half ago. Well, not the pie itself but the process of baking it is. See. I was caramelising the butter, sugar and diced apples. And then I (mindlessly) dipped my finger into the sugar. And now there’s an immature blister on that finger. I say immature because it seems to be a flat blister.
The first thing I did, being newly first aid trained and all, was…
YES! SCREAM! It wasn’ t really a scream scream. More of a jumping-around-the-kitchen-going-ou-ou-ou-quiet-scream kinda scream.
Then it hit me, wait, I know how to handle this… Think. Think. Think. And as I’m thinking, I stick the thumb in my mouth and suck on it to make the pain go away. I know! Shout for help and call the ambulance. No. Wait. That’s for something major. Think. Think. Think. Got it! RICE. What does it even mean? Wait. Rest… Something…. What’s I?? Check the Injury… Compress… Elevate… So I ran to the freezer to get the ice bag. Felt sooo good to press it against the burn. But then I realised – wait a minute, RICE is for sprains and strains… I think… Not burns… I take the ice bag off and my eyes widen when I see a white patch. Then I felt PAIN. Shit. Not good. White patch. Pain. DOESN’T THAT MEAN THAT THIS IS A SECOND DEGREE BURN. THIS IS MAJOR. Then the bell rings and I realise the first batch of pie is ready. So I carry on and forget about the burn.
Okay. Okay. So I was just being dramatic. And also being a bit of a baby. And it’s not really a danger to bake apple pie… It’s just a danger to have ME bake the apple pie. I think the point here is not pie though… It’s that… No matter how well trained you are (or is it just me?) in handling situations like these…When it really does happen, all that knowledge can be pretty useless. It’s SO important to be calm and straighten your thoughts. My friend was tested once, just last week, when somehow, the sink in her bathroom was detached from the wall and freakin’ fell on her sister’s foot. She was so panicky. All she remembered was compress and stop the bleeding. I honestly hope I NEVER get tested like that. I’d probably just faint from the sight of all the blood on the floor.
Enjoy the rest of your Sunday all. And if you decide to bake…
BE. VERY. CAREFUL.
Klaroline Fandom Reaction:
Well. Not ideal. More would’ve been better.
Two seasons for this? But. Still. It was a great moment.
Okay. Done fangirling for now.
This has to be the most amazing, picturesque music video ever made. Or ever watched by me at least. Now I feel a little sad that the videos I recorded from the (mindblowing) Swedish House Mafia concert is gone forever with my God-knows-where-it-is-phone.
5 year old: Ms Rynna, I have something for you.
Me: Awww… What is it? Is that you and me? Oh no, that’s a boy. Wait. Is it a prince and me?
5 year old: YES! A prince and you and a castle.
Me: Is that MY prince?
5 year old: Ummm… Not really. Just a prince. But not YOUR prince.
Me: Aww… Why nooootttttt… When am I gonna find my princeeee??? (all whiny)
5 year old: Stop being such a baby! NO prince will ever love you if you talk like that!