Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Alternative title: Some Things I Forgot to Mention
Alternative alternative title: My Life (Such as it is) Updates

I’m better now by the way. See? Told you I’d feel better. Or did I? I thought it at least. My mood goes up and down quite a lot but it’s not usually for very long.

So. Some little things have occurred since I dedicated an earlier blog entry to them and I’ve finally decided to write them up.

Some minor things first.
I still have the scar on my wrist from when I burnt myself on the oven. Originally I had planned to try and document it but once the scab came off there was really nothing else to tell. It’s faded but still there. It’ll take quite some time for the skin to return to normal, if it ever does. It’s not like it was a serious burn. Just the top layer of skin, even after I accidentally scratched it. If I clench the muscles in my wrist and bend my hand back it disappears in the right light. Other than being a tiny bit pinker than my, practically deathly white, skin it’s perfectly normal. No irritation or discomfort and no itching. It did get a little itchy while it was healing but not now.
I don’t know if I told you how I burnt it. I had a store bought brownie in the oven on a very low heat and I’d put some chocolate chips and little marshmallows on it and I just had it in there so they could melt and it’d be all nice and warm and gooey.
Sucks to hurt yourself because you have a sugar addiction and you decided to be overly indulgent with it.

Next. The toaster.
So some of you might have thought it was strange that I said that we had to get to know the toaster. Well it sounds strange but it’s true. I had one or two more charcoal incidents after I wrote about it but then I got used to the toaster’s quirks.
I just have to push the….I’ll call it a plunger for fun, down hard enough and it’ll work as it should. And I can check to make sure it’s okay because the plunger is pretty sensitive when it’s not properly depressed. If I haven’t done it properly then the cancel button won’t stop it cooking but a little push on the bottom of it will pop it back up and stop the cooking. If it refuses to pop up then I know it’s okay and I should have my toast at the set time, but if I don’t the cancel button should stop it.
See? All it takes is a little time. Getting to knooow you. Getting to know all about yooou.
So now we’re getting along pretty fine. Well. Except that mum burnt her toast last week and the kitchen, and most of the house, was thick with the stench of smoky burnt bread. Of course I was fast asleep at that time so I woke up to a house that smelt strange but I couldn’t be sure why for an hour or so. I knew it smelt smoky but I just couldn’t place it. It’s not often in my life that I’ve experienced, what I now call, charcoal toast.

And now, the most important. I meant to write about it at the time but I kind of forgot.
So. You know my cousin had her first baby. A little boy who’d had complications and she couldn’t even hold him. But then she put up some pictures of her holding him. Yay. So happy.
Well. A couple of days after I wrote about that he came home. I know this because they posted a new picture of his dad holding the little guy who was fast asleep on his chest. Cutest thing ever. And he was sat on my aunt’s sofa while doing so. How do I know that you ask? Because I know the pattern. It’s been the same one as long as I’ve been visiting there. Also I believe they said somewhere there that the little guy was finally home. Super happy.

A few days after that we sent off a pretty big package of stuff (the stuff I mentioned before). It was pretty big. Maybe too much and maybe it seemed like we were showing off. In my defence, looking at baby clothes just before and during your period is very very unwise. EVERYTHING is adorable and I mean everything. Also. Like I said before. The little guy deserved some spoiling. I stand by that.
There have been a couple more pictures and updates which is nice and now that things seem to have settled I’m not stalking my cousin quite as much. I still, inevitably, check Facebook at least once a week now, just in case.
In case what?
Well. In case there’s another adorable update or…well…in case something bad happens. He had a troubled beginning so it is conceivable that there may be things that crop up. Maybe there won’t. And also, even if everything had been perfect, life isn’t. Sometimes bad things happen. But let’s not dwell. Mainly it’s to see if there’s any more cuteness to be had and also so I know what to expect when I finally get to meet him, whenever that will be. They grow very very quickly.

So. That’s that. Oh. And mum’s sciatica in her leg has come back. It’s no surprise really. In fairness she’s getting older and doesn’t exercise much if at all so yeah. It’s been going on for over a month now. I told her to make a doctor’s appointment at the start. She refused. It’ll take about three weeks to be seen and it’ll have gone by then, was her sentiment. Well. It wasn’t. Every week she has to buy a new box of painkillers. Now she laments, if I’d gone to the doctor’s before at least the painkillers would be free by now, because they’d probably have prescribed her painkillers. Well. I did tell you but you wouldn’t listen. And why not? Because you never listen to me. Despite the fact that you are over twice my age, sometimes I do know what I’m talking about, sometimes I do know what’s good for you. But enough of that. She made an appointment last week and it’s today, which is why I’ve actually written this, because she’s getting up an hour later because she’ll be going into work later, so I’ve stayed up later than I normally do.

Did I tell you I planted some carrots? Well. Nothing much came of it. The cats kept peeing in the box, I’m pretty sure, and the snails ate all the leaves. There was a point that I had just one pretty good looking sprout but now that’s gone too. I planted some peas a couple of weeks ago too. The ones outside seem to have come to nothing but I planted five indoors and they’ve sprouted wonderfully. I plan to move them outside when they’re big enough. Maybe they’ll survive.

Yeah so I think that’s all for now. I should be going.
I get the feeling I should’ve written this up yesterday but oh well.

Bluebiird out.