"Porridge today, Gromit! TEWWSSSday!"*
Good morning, Flameisters! How does this day find you? Here in New England, it is pretty damn cold. Break out the woolies!!
Let's check out what is happening in the Flame today:
* The Week 3 Poll is
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* There is no Week 4 poll this month - Week 3 is for the whole cheese log! Stay tuned for the sign-up post for January 2010!
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pipisafoat has done a masterful job with the
Editing Post!
*Please note: if you have been on an editing hiatus due to school/finals, and you find you have some time this week now, please check with Pip! We have several outstanding edits to clear up by the end of the year, and you have the time to take even one, please let
pipisafoat know by PM or sign up on the editing post to be included in next week's Reassignment Post. Don't forget to include how many you can take and anything you particularly do or don't want! Thanks for your help, from Pip and all the BF Mods!
*The January
Literary Library Ideas Post is up! If you have ideas for an article, or feedback on the four December submissions, please leave a comment to this post!
* This week,
rephen is our featured writer in the
Writer's Showcase!***********************************
This past week I was struggling, as I so often do, to catch up on various tasks around the house. One of my least favorite is ironing. I tend to put it off, which then leaves me with quite a substantial pile. My preferred method is to either find something on tv (marathons of a favorite show are good here) or put in a DVD and watch as I iron, (being that ironing is about the most boring thing to do on the planet). Children's programming is not ruled out here, if it is something I like such as iCarly.
My 6 3/4 year old son Mr Bear was home at the time, so children's programming it was. Fine fine, he's playing and watching tv, I am ironing and watching tv. Every few shirts I stop to either get more shirts, get other laundry to fold, etc. Mr Bear has been around the iron for a few years now, and knows to give the iron, the ironing board, & the freshly pressed shirts a wide berth.
So I go in the other room to do something, and all of a sudden I hear a wail and zoom! here comes Mr Bear! His cheeks are all covered in tears, and more are rolling out from between his squinched up eyelids. "mooooommmmmmmmyyyyy!" I'm quickly scanning him, try to ascertain the problem. "What?? What is it??" I ask, running my hands over his head and limbs to make sure he is intact. "It hurrrrrrrrrts!" he cries and I realize that one hand is clutching the other, with the index finger sticking straight out. "What, sweetie? What hurts?"
"My finguuuuuuuuuur!" he snuffles. "My finger hurts."
"What happened to your finger? Did you pinch it? Do you have a splinter?"
"No................I touched the iron!"
*facepalm"
I took him to the sink, ran cool water over it for a bit, and then wrapped a cold cloth around it. It was a slight burn - no blistering, nothing more than pink and some pain for a bit. After the cold cloth I gave him a band-aid, mostly as band-aids have miraculous haeling powers to little kids.
Of course I felt bad for him. My sympathy, however, was tempered with the thought that well, he wasn't going to fool around again with that iron. He'd been told many, many about leaving the iron alone. I'd explained to him about the heat and the boo-boos and so on, and he had heeded that...until now. Somehow he HAD to just find out for himself how hot it really was, and one inquisitive finger tip had tested it. He'd now had a quick lesson on minding what he'd been told about something that could hurt him, and I'll bet it will be a cold day in a hot spot before he ever does that again.
What lesson have you had to learn the hard way about doing something potentially dangerous?*From Wallace & Gromit