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.
posted by amber @ 10.7.06
5 Comments:
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. =)
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!:)
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?
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.
Bald sucks, -- good thing the damage wasn't extensive.
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