RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING
1) I didn't want to dye my hair again. Wait, let me rephrase that. I was HOPING I wouldn't have to dye my hair again. I like my gray hairs, I think they are pretty. Unfortunatly, I also have had blonde highlights in my hair since February, and they were starting to turn pink. I think it's because the shampoo I've been using has a purple tint to it or something. I don't know. What I DID know, is that I didn't want pale pink stripes in my hair. Plus, my hair had grown out so much that the pink highlights were floating somwehere in the middle, so they had turned into Trailer-Trash-Barbie kind of highlights. I had to rid myself of them. Since I lacked the money to have it done professionally, I went to the old standby of the haircare aisle of Wal-Mart and bought the stuff that Penelope Cruse hawks on TV. 3X highlights and multifaceted color, you know. I got the stuff, dyed my hair to what should have been very close to my own natural hair color, and then washed it out. I did this at night and I went to bed before my hair was completely dry, so I didn't know until this morning that my hair is now a dark auburn color. *sigh* It's not bad, and as for do-it-yourself hair coloring it's better than other kinds I've tried in the past, but it's still not exactly what I was going for. It's not as bad as the time I accidentally dyed my hair purple, but still. Oh, well. At least the pink hair is gone. As for having auburn hair, I can pretend I did it for football season or something. While the rest of me says "meh", my hair says "War Eagle!"
2) I made some kicking red velvet cupcakes last night. I had bought some cupcake mix a few days ago that was from a bakery in Los Angeles and it was really, really good. So good in fact, that all of the cupcakes from that batch were gone. So I found a box of Betty Crocker cake mix in my cabinet and made them according to the directions on the Los Angeles box of mix, and they tasted just the same! I paid 15 dollars for the Los Angeles cake mix and 82 cents for the Betty Crocker! Someone over at the Sprinkles Cupcake Bakery is having themselves a little giggle right now. BOOOOOOOO!
3) While it isn't as violent as it has been, the song "Me & Mrs. Jones" is still in my head. However, it has mutated. It went from "Me & Mrs. Jones" to "Me & Mr. Jones" to "Me & Charlie Jones." I think I must know someone named Charlie Jones, but something about singing that song with his name in it feels both shameful and weird. I hope he's not my cousin or something. Shut up, I have a big family. How am I supposed to keep all of the cousins straight?
4) I drugged my talkative co-worker the other day. No, not in a sneaky, slip-it-in-her-coffee kind of way. She was sniffing and asked if I had any sinus medicine. All I had was some night time stuff that I had bought in Texas when I had such bad headaches. I knew it would put her to sleep, so I handed it over and told her that it wouldn't unless she was REALLY sensitive to it. She had to leave early. Was that wrong? *eg*