Let's Just Ice It And Call It Good



Well, lovely readers, I am injured. Hurt. In pain.

Yesterday the entire 8th grade got to go sledding and skip our last class of the day, something that made everyone crazy excited. Who doesn't love sledding?! So everyone grabbed coats and mittens and sprinted outside.

It was all fun and games for the first part. July and I just had a blast, and I apparently kept taking off without her (let's just say she didn't have the quickest reaction time and didn't get on her sled until I was halfway down the hill). We fell in the snow and just had fun.

And then BAM. I got hurt.

Most of the guys in our grade went down on one half of the hill, and a bunch of girls went down the other half of the hill. And then a few of the guys decided to invade the girl half, and it all went downhill from there. One of the guys, A.J. Ryan (who commented here once or twice before), decided that he would just come flying up next to July and I, and A.J.'s friend Brandon came flying behind him. July and I reached the bottom of the hill and turned to see Brandon coming full force straight for us. Because I was in front of July, the entire force of him hit me. I pretty much got run over.

It took me two seconds to realize a few things: a.) that my tooth hurt, b.) that my lip was tingling and c.) that something just felt off. So I stood up and started walking a few steps, checking that all teeth were in place and whatnot. July stood up and she looked at me with her eyes wide and said, "Sea? Your nose is bleeding and..." I held the bridge of my nose and tried to staunch the bleeding a bit, silently praying that my white fuzzy jacket would make it out of this ordeal without blood stains (it did not). We started trudging up the hill, me wiping my nose and trying to see the damage done to my lower lip.

July took me inside of the school and we headed to the bathroom, trying to avoid anyone until I'd had a chance to clean up and assess the damage. It really was worse than it looked. My fingers and hands were covered in blood from my nose, making it look like I had just killed someone, and there was blood on my teeth and my lips, making it look like I ate my victim.

I took a paper towel and wet it with water, and started wiping and dabbing away the blood. Wipe, wipe, dab, dab. I guess what had happened to my lip was that when Brandon knocked into me, I bit down on my lip and my teeth cut into my lip.

Later one of our teachers brought me to the principal to ask if there was anything we could do for a cut lip, and he said just to ice it. So we got some ice, stuck it in some paper towel, and I spent the next half hour dabbing at my lip and trying to avoid eye contact.

During that half hour, I got tons of, "ARE YOU OKAY?!"s. Now, I know they were just trying to be nice and everything, but sometimes, when you've got a boo-boo, you just don't want to talk to anyone (excluding your best friend. You can always talk to them). And every time someone asked me, I would start crying again, which got tedious.

So that is my adventure of the week.

I do not recommend it.

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  1. So sorry Seana! Get better! When I was in the third grade I split my lip open OWCH!

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    1. Skating with fuzzy socks on the hardwood floor. Them I fell and hit a chair.

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    2. You mean I'm not the only one who skates around in socks? Haha!

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  2. OH MY GOSH! Scary! Hope you feel better soon! :O It's so nice though that the other kids asked you if you are okay. Tell Brandon to stand in the middle of the street and wait for his surprise with his eyes closed. :P (kidding).

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    1. Thanks. (: Naw, Brandon's not a bad kid and I don't need revenge. :P

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    2. You're welcome, and that's good--revenge is so not good. :)

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    3. No it is not. Because things just get out of hand with revenge.

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  3. Oh, Seana! *wraps arms around her* Get well, feel better, all that stuff!
    Here. This is Harry. *gives little creature a gentle push foward* He's a brownie. You can borrow him for today. He's very helpful. :)
    ~Robyn Hoode

    P.S.-- Tempest (my talking cat) wanted to tell you that he hopes you feel better soon and that you can keep Harry forever if you want... and Robyn replies to that saying I actaully want Harry back tomorrow. (Harry and Tempest are not on friendly terms. It involved eggshells, catnip, and a potted pansy.)

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    1. Thank you, Robyn. (: Before I take your....erm...brownie, Harry, could you tell me what a brownie actually IS?

      Ah, well, Tempest, that's very kind of you, but I think Robyn's very attached to Harry.

      (A potted pansy? Yikes!)

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    2. Well, a brownie is a little, short Fey-creature. Smaller than a hobbit, no wings, either... an imp, kind of. Google "Spiderwick Chronicles, Thimbletack". Harry is kind of Thimbletack. :)
      (And yes, story of the potted pansy... neither will admit to doing it, but they keep blaming each other.)
      ~Robyn Hoode

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    3. In a way he reminds me of those goblins from the Gringotts Bank. I think he'll be very helpful. So Harry, would you mind grabbing me that glass of water? Yes, that one over there...ah, thank you, Harry!

      I think I like this brownie of yours.

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    4. Would you believe that Harry really just "showed up" one day? I thought we had a mouse making noise and messes, so imagine my surprise when my excellent talking-mouser came to me with a brownie in his mouth! It was not a good first impression, however.
      But Harry forgave me and eventually Tempest, and he has lived with us ever since. He is especially good at fetching things, finding lost things, and writing letters as I dictate them. He is also quite talented on the ukulele... which is more like a cello to him. :)
      ~Robyn Hoode

      P.S.- Tempest wanted me to add that Harry will occasionally make off with things that may or may not be valuable. He doesn't think he's actually stealing, because he figures that if it seems abandoned, then nobody wants it. Think like how a crow will take shiny things. Since Harry has not been with me for long, I am still trying explain why he can't do it. But I find that if you give him things you don't want, he is less likely to take things that you do want. He likes old buttons, shiny candy wrappers, recipe cards... hopefully you get the idea.

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    5. Oy! Harry! That's my favorite button! I need that! *sighs and chases down Harry*

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    6. Harry, give it back. (He should give it back now.)
      Almost all brownies do this, but they are still very helpful, which almost makes up for it.

      ~Robyn Hoode

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    7. Good Harry. *pats him on the head*
      So all brownies have a thing for buttons? I wonder why.

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    8. Brownies have a thing for knick-knacks, odds and ends, all sorts of bobbles, not just buttons. I think its like toys or decorations. Harry took some old recipe cards and used them for wall-paper. Thimbletack from The Spiderwick Chronicles strung dead roaches like a popcorn string. (EWW!!! If Harry has done this, he hasn't told me.)
      I'm afraid that I need Harry back, despite the protests from Tempest (he's saying that he really thinks Harry is happy there and it's what's best for him... basically trying to make me feel guilty). Since tomorrow is Monday, Harry needs to help me work. Maybe that scittering noise in the walls of your house is a brownie of your own! If a lot of un related odds and ends have gone missing... you might have a brownie. :) Let me know if you do.
      ~Robyn Hoode

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    9. Oh! *tears of sadness* Goodbye, Harry! Take care! Be good! *sob* I rather did like the fellow and---OH MY GOODNESS?! IS THAT A BROWNIE I SEE! *runs of to investigate*

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    10. You have to be fast! Run, Seana! It was my cat that caught Harry!
      Oh, whatever you do, DO NOT mess up a brownie's house/nest! Brownies have this unhelpful alter-ego called a boggart... and they are MEAN!
      (Well, I thought I should tell her the truth, Harry. At least warn her. Stop smirking, Tempest.)
      ~Robyn :)

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    11. A....a boggart? Like the ones from Harry Potter? Yikes!

      ...AHA! GOT YOU! My lovely non-talking dog, Chloe helped out. Thank you, Chloe. Now....what to name you? Do you have any good brownie names, Robyn?

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    12. Wouldn't know. Haven't read HP. :) They're pretty viscious in Spiderwick.

      I honestly came up with Harry on the spot. His full name is Harrison F. Buttersworth, Esquire. Does he act like it? Well, he's not that refined...
      Something short, sweet, and to the point. :)
      ~Robyn Hoode

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    13. Hmm....perhaps I ought to name my brownie after you, since you introduced me to the species. Yes. I do believe I'll name him Hoode.

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    14. Oh! Thank you. I'm flattered. :)

      (Hello, Miss Seana. This is Tempest typing. I want to say that I hope you know what you're getting into. I suppose that if all else fails, "Hoode" (who probably not anywhere as nice as Robyn) could be used by your Chloe as a chew toy...)

      Tempest, what are you doing? *pushes cat off of desk, then blushes when she see what her cat has typed* Sorry about that, Seana. I'm sure Hoode will be a good helper. Harry has recently learned how to start the coffee pot.

      ~Robyn Hoode

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    15. Dear me, that's one talented cat you've got, Robyn. Chloe's not so good with the computer....her paws are too big.

      Really? Coffee making brownies....I like that. I like that quite a lot.

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    16. Yes, Tempest is very talented. Thought, I'm honestly not sure how HE types. I do most of the typing when he wants to say something. But Tempest is one of a kind. You won't find another talking cat that is so helpful and sweet.

      Now, what will be very nice is when Harry can make fudge brownies... A brownie making brownies. :)

      ~Robyn

      P.S.- (This is Tempest again. Robyn, if you see this, I wish to tell you not to get your hopes up about chocolate treats made by the button-stealer. He can barely reach the oven-door handle!)


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    17. I don't think I'll ever find another talking cat, let alone one that is helpful and sweet.

      I'll send Hoode over to give Harry a hand with those brownies. I'm sure they could do it together! Besides, Hoode needs to get out and meet new people (and brownies).

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    18. Interesting mental images of one brownie standing on another's shoulders...

      Tempest, two brownies in the house will NOT be the death of you! And it's only for a few hours. Seana will want Hoode back. We'll send brownies back with... um... your brownie. :)
      ~Robyn

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    19. Haha! TEAMWORK! WOO! Snap a few photos or get a video of them baking together if they're not camera shy. I'd like to see this.

      Oh, Tempest, I'm sorry if Hoode upsets you. Tell you what. You let me know if Hoode does anything to bother you (besides existing), and I'll let you do a guest post on my blog. What do you say?

      Ooh, thank you! I quite enjoy brownies.

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    20. (Outside of existing? Hmm...MEOWWWWWWW! Get that rubber duck out of my milk saucer! Come back with my squeaky mouse! Robyn! Shall I start listing things, Miss Seana? Robyyyyyn!!!)

      Apparently, Seana, Hoode and Harry have banded together to create mischief. That's not unnatural, though.
      They were camera shy. They suddenly thought it was undignified to been seen standing on one another. But I wish you could have seen it! It was like having acrobats in my kitchen! They were so coordinated.
      Excuse me. I have to go retrieve a squeaky mouse.
      Boys! Bring back that mouse! Hoode, come into the kitchen! I promised Seana we'd send her some chocolate brownies. Harry! Give Tempest back his mouse!
      (They took my mouse, Miss Seana. They took MY MOUSE!)
      Tempest, I have your mouse back.

      ~Robyn Hoode

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    21. Hoode! Behave yourself! You are Robyn and Tempest's guest. Apologies both of you for the mischief caused. Tempest, you can still have that guest post if you'd like.

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    22. Oh, I didn't mind the mischeif. Brownies are like that. And they didn't do any major mischief. They just got bored while the brownies were in the oven. I probably should've suggested that they play Scrabble...

      (Well, I suppose the apology is accepted. Not all creatures are civilized as cats. Yes, Miss Seana, I would love a guest post. How do I do it? And what should it be about?)

      ~Robyn

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    23. Yes....Scrabble might've been less chaotic.

      Hmm....you can pick the topic. Talk about the failures of human kind if you so choose. As for HOW you do it? I suppose you would type it out on the computer with your mad skills, and then send it to my email (seana.j.vixen@gmail.com), or stick it in a comment here.

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    24. (I will send it to your email. As for the topic, I shall have to think about it. When would you like this post by?)

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    25. Sometime during the next week if you can.

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  4. Aw, I'm sorry that happened. :( The good part is, I was thinking you would say you had a broken bone or sprained wrist or ankle, so this is actually good news, lol. But I know what a cut lip can feel like, and it's not fun. :(

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    1. Yep, it could've been worse, but it wasn't! Huzzah!

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  5. Aww I hope your alright! So sorry that happened but like what Emma said lucky it wasn't worse!

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    1. I'm pretty thankful it wasn't worse too!

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  6. Poor Sea! I wish that I was there, but alas I wasn't at school that day.

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    1. Hun, you do NOT wish you were there. It was gross.

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    2. It was more than just gross, it was NASTY! You had blood all over your teeth.... can't imagine how that must've tasted!

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    3. Probably like blood, July. :)

      ~Robyn Hoode

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    4. @ July

      I admit, I wasn't paying much attention to how it tasted...

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    5. @ Robyn

      Well, that would be logical sense.

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    6. @ Robyn, thank you so much for that insightful comment.... xD

      @ Sea you were a mess dearie.

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    7. Thank you for stating the obvious. At least it wasn't my whole face, eh?

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  7. Oh! You might be able to save your jacket!
    1. If it has not already been machine dried, don't do it! If it has, oh well.
    2. Soak the jacket overnight in cold water and Biz stain fighter (It's a powder in a dark blue box).
    3. In the morning, look for stains. If it's still stained, go again. DO NOT put it in the drier until the stain is out!
    4. Repeat steps 2-3 as needed.
    5. Put your jacket in the drier.
    Hope this works!
    ~Robyn Hoode

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    1. My mum already worked her magic on it (and we kept it out of the drier), and the stains are gone! But I will keep your advice on getting stains out for future reference. Thanks!

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    2. You're welcome!

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  8. Mouth cuts are the worst! I hope you're speeding your way to ouch-free bliss.

    In the mean time, some quick tips from a google search:
    ~ Use a chapstick - not necessarily that brand - to keep your lip from cracking any further and do whatever you can to keep yourself from licking your lips. (blahblahblah, causes more dryness...snooze) Oh, keep the chapstick in stick form so you don't risk transferring bacteria on your hangs to your cut.
    ~ Avoid salty and acidic things around your cut, they'll make it sting.
    ~ Apply ice or eat popsicles to keep your cut cool.

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    1. Well, Doctor MiniMoose, I wish I had seen this earlier, before I decided to eat an orange (that smarted a bit), and lick my lips, and use the other chapstick that's not in stick form. But now I know! THANK YOU!

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    2. Aw.

      Oh man, Dr.MiniMoose just realized she spelled "hands" wrong.

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    3. Oh, I just thought you were abbreviating hangnails. :P

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  9. Ouch! Sounds painful! I fell on ice when I was eight or nine and all was fine at first but then a few weeks later my front tooth started to feel wobbly. Turns out I had a spiral fracture, which was fixed using a brace but then re-broken when my dog headed me in the face. Long story short, I have three front teeth; I wear a denture.
    Anyway, you have my condolences - though I would find it easier to be sympathetic if I wasn't consumed by jealousy on account of your school hadn't let you miss last period to go out in the snow! I mean, what is THAT about!? Our school would never in a MILLION YEARS let us do that! WHAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! D:

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    1. Yikes! That's no fun. No fun at all!

      The reason they let us do that was because the 6th graders got to go ice skating all afternoon, the 7th graders went bowling, so they felt like the 8th graders ought to be able to do SOMETHING fun. (:

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