Why I Should Not Dye My Own Hair

     I know; it doesn't look extreme.  My hair is usually a light brown color (dirty dishwater, is what my Daddy use to call it).  Last spring, I dyed it Medium Blond.  It turned out a little lighter than I wanted but it was fine.  Then the roots start growing and those pesky gray hairs start popping out everywhere.  This week, I've had hardly any energy so I thought I'll go ahead and color it - Medium Brown.  Medium Brown is not the color it turned out to be.  It's almost black with magenta highlights!  I'm a chick who likes to blend in so this is a huge shock.
     I started washing it with everything I had - Zest soap, dishwashing liquid, Pantene, etc.  The color has lightened up a bit but I was not happy.  So this morning  I went to the local salon without an appointment and was told there was nothing I could do :(  I ended up with a cut so I guess I'll keep on washing twice a day till it fades to something less drastic.

My Many Attempts to Create Surplus Chili

All I wanted was to create enough chili to eat for one meal and then freeze the rest in convenient, single serve containers. But alas, it has not been easy and, at this moment, I'm still not sure how this story will turn out.

Friday, I decided I was going to make chili for the weekend (perfect football food) and I was going to make a lot of it. I bought all the necessary ingredients and washed the crockpot.

Saturday morning, I forgot to soak the beans so I put them in the crockpot with plenty of water, turned them on high, and left for the day. Upon my return at 6:30 PM, the smell of burnt beans assaulted my sense of smell as soon as I hit the door. No chili that night but I told DH I would salvage the beans, cook the chili, and have it the next day after church so we wouldn't have to go out.

Sunday, there was no chili cooked so we ate out - twice.

Today, I went to our neighborhood Piggly Wiggle to buy beans because I had all the other ingredients. Walking down the bean aisle, I noticed the scrawny cans of beans and decided to buy this bad boy...

That's right.  A ginormous can of beans.  More beans, less meat.  Right??

111 ounces; 6 pounds, 15 ounces.  A size of a newborn baby.  I was going to have leftover chili.

However, my moody electric can opener would not work for me nor the manual one.  Apparently, you need a giant can opener to open a giant can.  Finally, an idea came to me.  I ran out to DH's tool box and came back in with these....

Metal cutting scissor type things.  I washed them really good and started cutting where my DD was able to make a hole with the manual can opener (she is quite strong).  Cutting away, I ended with this...

and a sliced thumb.  I am now awaiting the results of this three day long attempt at chili.  It better be worth it!



My highest hopes are that it is edible. We will see about that...






P.S. Tried to color my home at home at it is now purple.  It has been a very bad day :(