Addicted to Ink

Monday, July 10, 2006

Liar, Liar hair on fire

yup, that's me.

'Cuz I promised Ukraine stories weeks ago, but never posted them. However, if you want to read the journal of the trip, it is here:

or if you want to see pictures, you can go here:

In the meantime, life has been much more dramatic than I'd like it to be lately.

I'm tired of drama.

For example:

8 a.m. I've just finished taking hot rollers out of my hair. I'm out of my regular hairspray, but I search in my odds & ends drawer and discovered a small can of expensive hairspray that I must have gotten at some point in my past with a haircut. Warning: it reads. Extremely flammable.

8:15 a.m. I go to work, where more drama ignites regarding a situation I'm tired of talking about.

11:00 a.m. I return to work after an interview where my boss (rightfully so) goes on a warpath about the very thing I am not wanting to talk about.

12:15 We're at lunch celebrating Jen's birthday, and I am subjected to another 20 minutes of despised subject.

12:25: Husband calls to talk some more about said despised subject.

2 p.m. Friend emails to chat about the subject that will not die.

5 p.m. Husband comes home to finish talking about if we say one more freaking thing about this thing I will implode subject.

6: 15 p.m. I go outside to light the grill. I put the burner handles on "medium" and press ignite. Nothing much happens, except that I smell gas. I know that if this occurs, I need to light a match and drop it into the grill. I return to the kitchen and grab some matches. I take the box of matches out to the grill. I lean over to light the match, but a tiny strand of my hairsprayed hair has made contact with the lighted match. I scream as the flame licks my auburn & caramel colored tresses, but I am able to extinguish the fire quickly with my fingers, and amazingly without pain - or - thank God - too much damage (I don't have much going for me today other than decent hair). But for the rest of the evening, we are smelling my burned hair.

8:52 p.m. I sigh with the realization that I am being a complete drama queen, despite all of this crap being true.


Blogger Heather said...

I don't know what the despised subject is, so I promise I won't talk about it!

All I can say is, you're a great friend, I love you, and I'll give you a big hug when I see you in a few weeks!

Oh, and I'd avoid that hairspray from now on. =)

10:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey sis! Yeah...I get quite tired about beating the dead horse gets so hard to replay stuff over in your you know I'm quite familiar with..being a drama queen myself. I'm sorry about that....I think it's that hairspray from my the small silver can? lol i have thsi wild urge to call you but i'm sure you're at work.. I hope everything is was nice to talk to you on the phone sunday! Love you!:)

2:27 PM  
Blogger amber said...

IT IS - Liss! Go figure :0)

But how did I end up with that hairspray?

My hair is fine - not too much damage, and even though my hair isn't the thickest texture, it's very dense.

Heather - I cannot WAIT to see you in a few weeks :0) Did we figure out a place?

2:54 PM  
Blogger dawn said...

Amber, glad to hear you didn't suffer any major damage to your gorgeous hair. And hope things are going better with the "subject-that-shall-not-be-discussed," whatever that may be.

6:29 PM  
Blogger Megs said...

Bald sucks, -- good thing the damage wasn't extensive.

6:02 PM  

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