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:

www.malone.edu/ukraine2006

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

http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h121/malone2ukraine/

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.

5 Comments:

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 sometimes.....it gets so hard to replay stuff over in your mind....as 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 wedding....like 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 okay....it 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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