The first one is: The oven is hot. If you touch something that has just been in the oven or is part of the oven it will be hot, you will get burned and it will hurt. Seemingly simple lesson, right? Something most people learn at a very young age. I'm unclear as to why this is hard for me. Just about every time I cook something, I end up touching something I shouldn't and something along the lines of "ow! #%$^@! #%&#!" comes out of my mouth. HG remarked that it's possible I should stay away from the oven/stove area, and I politely told him to be quiet.
Tuesday I felt a pressing need to make some brownies, and I had to sort of make due with a not quite right sized pan which resulted in a sort of brownie mountain. Anyway, while trying to get this mound o' brownie out of the oven (which took some maneuvering) I knocked my arm against the top rack. So this is pretty:
You know, maybe I shouldn't be allowed to use the oven after all. At least they were delicious brownies.
The other lesson I cannot seem to learn is that despite my delusions to the contrary, I am a low-maintenance hair person. In reality, the only thing I'm going to want to do to my hair on a regular basis is quickly dry it and run out the door and have it not look like crap. A low maintenance haircut is usually the best option, but I always talk myself out of it. Even when I know it's not a good decision.
Case and point yesterday. It had been a disgustingly long time since I had gotten my hair cut (like, 3 months. I know). My bangs were so long they were basically just a layer, the color was faded, the roots were grown out (thankfully not as noticeable as when I used to get blond highlights), and I was feeling rather blah about it. Usually when this happens I just chop it all off and sort of start fresh, but Toni had talked me out of that about a week ago. After discussing my options, I decided that what I really wanted was MORE layers. More dramatic! More face framing! More more more! What I failed to think about was the fact that all this would translate into MORE work I'd need to do in order to make my hair look reasonable. No longer can I just quickly run a hair dryer over my head and let the pieces fall where they may. I will have to spend actual time and take actual care. The chances of this actually happening day-to-day are slim to none. I have been learning this lesson repeatedly for approximately 20 years and I still can't get it right. Oh well, here's hoping, right? Maybe this time I'll make the effort (today doesn't count. Today I was unprepared) and I'll actually take time to get ready in the morning and make sure I look nice.
You know, and maybe the Lions will win the Superbowl this year.
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The scar from my burn from the top rack is on my left wrist, and occurred during the Christmas from Hell when my eldest had just gotten out of the hospital (pneumonia and strep), I had pink eye, either my youngest or my husband had a cold (does it matter which?), the Christmas tree had fallen over a half a dozen times, and I thought it would be a good idea to make cookies.
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