So I suffered the next day, wishing I hadn't ever dyed it. I will admit that one thing I've loved is my hair. It's always soft and it was the prettiest color blonde. So became the obsession to get it back to the natural color. And because I wanted to make matters worse, I went and bought a dye stripping kit, which is basically bleach. So after applying that my hair then was completely bleach blonde. I did purchase another dye kit which was close to my natural color and planned on using it. But after I bleached my hair, I didn't want to mess it up even further. So I made an appointment that day to go to a salon and get it corrected. I didn't know how much it would cost, but I was hoping no more than $150.
My colorist met with me and I was wearing a hat over my poor hair. I felt so bad for it! :( I brought a photo of what my hair used to be like, but it was a 4 year old photo from my senior pictures. She was shocked at my transformation, but got to work. First she did highlights, and then did a base color to darken my hair. Afterwards, she did some sort of toner shampoo, and then a quick trim. All this I still hoped wasn't going to be a ton of money. After she blew it dry, it definitely still wasn't the right color. It was a light brown with lighter brown highlights. I wasn't super happy with it, but it was a million times better than the damage I had done to it. But to add insult to injury when she rang me up, it came to $250!! I was just thinking "why the heck is it so much!?". But I thought it out (and I still feel she kinda ripped me off, or at least took advantage of my plight) and she charged me for the color, highlights, and the toner wash. Plus she charged me for a full hair cut, when it was only a trim. But whatever, I'm still kinda ticked and I have a theory. While she was working on me, she was talking to a bunch of co-workers about some new commissions system the salon had implemented. Like the more money you do in services, the more commission you get at a higher percentage. And to be honest I think that's why she did all that extra stuff. I should've asked what she would do before she did it, but she just went ahead and did all these extras things without even asking. So let's just say I learned my lesson to always ask, because she totally took advantage of my sad condition.
But the reason I'm writing this blog anyway is because since my hair actually grows pretty fast, I can already see my roots and original hair coming through!! My hair now is still much darker than my original color, but it has lightened up quite a bit after washing it several times (and with the help of shampooing with Dawn dish liquid). But what I think I will do is let it grow out as long as I can, and then go to a salon (or hair school so it's cheaper) and have them match my original color. I still greatly regret ever messing with my hair. But I've made the mistake now, and as soon as it's back to the original color I will never mess with it again, except for getting occasional highlights.
I was going to write about something else, but my niece is now covered with cracker goo and a total mess. I must attend to her....
Ok now she's all cleaned up. Onto the next subject. Well, more like a rant and soap-box, or just venting. So recently, I've again been blasted for supporting Obama, who has won the presidency. I am very grateful and happy that he will be calling the shots. But I'm sick of people still badgering me about it. The episode occurred on Facebook and knowing how that works, you put up a status about what you are doing or thinking at the time. Well I said I was grateful for Obama and a while later received a very rude comment from someone I thought was my friend. I was shocked that he would even say such a thing especially because he's Mormon and shouldn't use words like that. Anywho, he said I was stupid to support Obama because he doesn't think more government in our lives is good. But you know what? The election is over people! Obama is going to be the next president whether you like it or not, so get OVER it!! Obviously, the current administration and Republican method is not working for us right now. We need change. Someone has to step in and take control, because things are spinning out of control! Ok I'm done now. :)

Next we back to Carmacks, a little town in the Yukon with a population of like 300 so we could call Danny and figure out what to do. We waited at a gas station for about 45 minutes until we got the call that after throwing around some options, corporate decided to charter some planes to come fly the passengers to Whitehorse (our destination that day) and that us drivers would of course have to stay in Carmacks overnight with the coaches. So they had two 40-seater planes come immediately as well as a 7-seater to the ghetto Carmacks airport. We then had to tell the guests that they had to go through their luggage and only take what was absolutely necessary since the plane may not be able to hold all their luggage. We set up a tent type thing so their bags wouldn't get wet and made them come out a few at a time to go through it. Then we loaded them up on the plane and off they went.
Now since Carmacks is a small town, you can imagine that the only hotel in town, is no Marriott Marquis. Let's just say that we were lucky to even get rooms because we weren't the only stranded motorists. And I definately fared better than DJ, the other driver, since we couldn't share a room (opposite sexes) he ended up in this creepy "cabin" behind the hotel while I got to stay in the main building. After seeing the "cabin" that doesn't have a proper locking door, rust stains in the sink, and carpet that doesn't lay quite flat on the floor (no padding either), you could probably say I got the Marriott suite. LOL. DJ was worried that since the door barely locks he was going to get raped by a trucker named Bubba. Shouldn't be funny, but it was still hilarious...hmmm maybe I should call him this morning and make sure he's still alive.....jpg)


