I am tragedized. My own word to describe a cross between traumatized and tragedy.
Last night I decided to drill an internal hole in my garage door to stick a metal stick through. For safety. Because I’m tired of going out and around to unlock my garage door in the morning so I can leave, and at night after I arrive home. And, because Home Depot misrepresented the timing of the call to schedule installation of my new garage door opener. Apparently, “a call within 48 hours” to schedule installation actually means “a call with 168 hours, if you’re lucky. Because we’ve already got your moolah, suckah!” (sigh)
Sooooo, I got my power drill out, put the drill bit in and happily started my project. I was nearly done with my project and my hair slipped forward. I shoved it back and thought, “You know, I should put it in a ponytail.” — *drill, drill* — “Nah, I’m almost done …. oh, crap.” The drill stopped and I looked in horror at the bright orange thing now attached to my head via my hair.
I’ll have you know, the instructions on the drill tell me to wear safety goggles, but there’s nothing on there about hair protection. Although, you’d think I would have learned something from the vacuum episode that happened in December of 2003. Or, perhaps, the hotel hair dryer incident that occurred in Las Vegas in 2001. On second thought, perhaps I have learned something from those episodes.
First of all, to stay calm, despite having a foreign object attached to my head. Second of all, how to disassemble said foreign objects with a screwdriver and a mirror. Thirdly, to realize that I’m on my own. Because, it’s quite likely that the neighbors will be unable to assist me — doubled-over belly laughing is not conducive to an expedient resolution. And driving my car with a vacuum (for example) attached to my head over to Tony’s is more likely to get me arrested for not having proper seat belt restraints on my passenger (the vacuum) and is, therefore, counterproductive. Not to mention visibility around said foreign object.
So, back to last night’s episode. I grabbed my phillips head screwdriver and went to work disassembling my new orange hair adornment. I quickly realized that the screws holding it together required a five-point star type screwdriver. That required a second trip to the garage (the first trip was for my camera) to get my advanced chick tools that Tony was kind enough to buy me as a gift some time back. (FYI, I love chick tools, so that was an excellent gift on his part.) After about 45 minutes, I had the power drill disassembled. I pulled my hair gently out of the drill’s motor but, alas, my poor hair was fractured and broke off in my hand.
*sniffle*
The ironic part of all this? I have a phobia about getting my hair cut, kind of like a dentist appointment is to most people. On Tuesday evening I was really brave, overcame my phobia, and had my hair trimmed so it was all nice and even. I doubt most people will even notice the missing chunk of hair, however, I am really not looking forward to explaining this to my hair cutter.
On the upside, the cat scratch owies from Monday night’s cat adventure are healing nicely.
Jammie J's Quest 
First!!!!
ROFLMFAO…. Thanks that cheered me up no end! ::Chuckle chuckle:: Oh dear :: wipes tear from eye:: Oh me oh my………. ROFLMFAO!!!
Hee hee Ho ho… lol… Geeeze….. OK, I’m composed now. true to form you actually took a photo before you rescued yourself. Oh sod it ROFLMAO
OMG. (technically i’m second, unless someone else jumps in while i’m typing this)…
that’s why i don’t grow my hair out. it’s bad enough that my hair clogs up the vacuum. if my hair was any longer, i’d have to clear it out every day instead of every once in a while…
you poor thing…
pony tail holders are your friends! 🙂
Tachnically scmecknically, your 4th, read it and weep Gerrrr girl…. oh and J….. ROFLMAO
Poor J! ((HUGS)) I’m so sorry.
When I was younger I’d let my hair grow down to my waist. One evening as my brother and I were playing hide-n-seek I went to hide behind the sofa which was located right next to a standing fan and my hair got caught in it. I stood there shocked with a huge fan stuck to the back of my head. My mom had to cut my hair. I was so sad because my pretty curls were gone. It never grew back the same.
It doesn’t look like it’s too much hair, though. Am I wrong? I think I lose that much when I run my fingers through my hair. 😆
I hadn’t seen your comment on my blog until just now. 🙂 That’s funny. While you were on my blog, I was over here on yours. 🙂
Anyway, I just wanted to say sorry again. I totally sympathize with you. Even if my hair isn’t as long as yours, I’m always afraid my stylist’s going to cut off more than what I ask. So I completely understand the significance of your tragedy.:sad:
Next time you may have to wear your “hat” 🙂 when you’re going to use power tools. That may help. 😉
Wow, that’s 3 comments. Sorry. 😳
no… technically, i’m the 2nd commenter… so THERE.
what i love about this, is that you tok the time to take pictures. how cool is that? hell cool, yo!!
(glad you weren’t hurt!!)
RedFred, I suppose you think it’s hairlarious? Har har har. Heh. As tragic as it was for me, and as much as I wanted to cry, I do see how funny it is. When I told Tony last night on the phone, I swear, I think he was trying not to laugh and to be appropriately sympathetic. Oh, yeah, graphical chocolate for first.
Grace, I was never so embarrassed one day, after the janitor vacuumed my office, walking down the hallway and seeing a wad of my hair (from the vacuum roller) sitting in the middle of the floor. 😳
Veronica, 😆 You had a fan stuck to your head? Well, now, that gives me something to look forward to. Heh. I can tell when I pull my side hair forward over my shoulders. One side is as short as my shoulders, the other side hangs down past my boob. *sniffle* Har har, you said “hat”.
Grace/RedFred, Even though RedFred filled the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and ?? spots, Grace was the 2nd different person to comment. So, RedFred if you TRULY want to be 2nd, 3rd, etc., please use one of your other personalities. Thank you. 😉
Cat, Well, of course I did. It was a total blogphoto moment. 🙂
OMG! your hair clogged up one of the industrial vacuums? hahaha. that’s kinda funny…
I know. 😳 It was such a shock to see it and know where it came from.
i clog up our vacuum all the time. it’s pretty mortifying.
have a great weekend! 🙂
Grace, I don’t even want to think about the shower drain. You have a great weekend, too, dearie. *muwahh*
Hi J, sending you some warm wishes in hope that you are gradually recovering from the tragedy. The only comfort I could see is that thank goodness it is just the hair.
Did I ever tell you I admire your spirit?!? You were able to remain calm in a situation that would’ve totally freaked me out, and find the humor in it to take pictures to make us all laugh!
How do you do it?!?
And how the heck did I miss reading that post about your kitty scratching you?! Man, I’m so out of it!
You have yourself an owie-free weekend!
😆 i so see me … if i can somehow get something stuck, ripped or poke a hole in it, well you got my number!!!
voi voi, you lost some hair …
and thank you for the cheer at my blog, sooo appreciated! the shock has worn off and i had a peaceful day … ((hugs))
:mrgreen:I hope my sweetie doesn’t go bald……but one good thing that means less hair down my throat…nanananana…..even if sweetie goes bald because of power tools I will still love her!!!! XXXXOXOXOXO
you know what i do in the shower? NOT LIKE THAT! i meant for my hair… when hair comes out, i stick in on the shower wall. heh. so after the shower, most of the hair gets thrown out in the trash. i’m afraid of clogging up the drain… but despite my precautions, on occasion, steve has to go in there and pull it all out. it’s so gross. ugh.
When I saw the first pic, I stopped breathing for a minute. All I could think about was you poor thing…
Now, I can’t breathe from laughing…sorry, I really, am sympathetic, but, well, I just can’t show it right now…gotta go control my laughter…:lol::lol::lol::lol:
ROFLMAO…. still!!!!
I just would never consider doing any kind of project. You just never know what will happen.
WHEW!! I thought something had happened to the crazy hair!!! 😉 I’ve done that though, especially with hair dryers… they are not my friend!! I would have dissassembled that nasty power tool for you and not laughed… yeah right 😆
Ouch.
I would have panicked. Impressed that you remained calm.
It would have been scissors for me.
Take Care
Michael
Just a quick hello, hope all is well!
Pei Yun, thanks sweet girl. 🙂 Yes, I’m very grateful my nose didn’t get caught in it or something. *cringe*
Beth, the hair dryer incident in Vegas made me cry. I ended up involving the hotel’s housekeeping staff in that one. The vacuum incident was super funny, imagine me running around in the house with a vacuum attached to my head. This episode, with an orange drill? Well, you know, it’s kind of like Pete and Repeat walking down the hill. Just knowing that I have to disassemble something keeps focus elsewhere, I guess. *sniffle* My poor cat scratch owie.
Saija, the thing that so annoying is just before something like that happens I always have a thought that, if I listened to it, would save the day. Always. No exception. I’m glad you’re doing a bit better. (hug)
Tony, I don’t wanna go bald! 😯 Does duct tape work to hold hair on? Oh Oh! I could do hair weaves like Kimmie’s hubby does!
Grace, I put hair that falls out on the shower wall, too! 😆 How funny is that? About two months after I moved into my condo the drain clogged up, it was from the previous owner’s wife (at that time I had blonde hair), I dug it out with a screwdriver. It was the biggest wad of grossest hair I’d ever seen in my life! 😯
Angi, Well, thanks for the sympathy. Hmph. I have a pillow here to help you with your breathing problem. *smothers you* 😛
RedFred, har har har
Cindy, When projects go well and smoothly the sense of accomplishment overrides any bad things that happened. Even this. I wish it hadn’t happened (sigh), but I don’t have to go out and around every time I want to leave. 🙂
Inanna, I’m always conscious about where the hair dryer’s motor is in relation to my hair. Oh, and I don’t use hotel’s hair dryers anymore, I bring my own. And YOU were doing great in your comment until the “yeah right” part of it. 😛
😆
Michael, Scissors??? 😯 😥
Ashley, Holy toledo! I’m shocked to see you here! I hope your backpacking is going well. (hug)
I’d post something here, but I’m still laughing too hard! 😛
::Chuckle::
i think this is a real safety issue for this product that you are using! someone could have sued the company for this incident! gosh.. !!
i work on product regulations at work!
*snicker*
Astroknight & RedFred, I’m glad you two are still getting amusement from this event. 😛
Iuh, I know … I thought about letting the company know. You know, they could put a mesh (like hair dryers have) to help prevent hair from entering. Some dudes have long hair, too.
Why don’t I get the BOLD treatment??????? Oh wait, we’re back to this post again? …. Bah ha ha ha ha ha…………
…….. Haa haaa haaa….
RedFred, 🙄 Sorry, I missed your name in the above comment. There, I bolded this one. Are you happy now? Criminey, I can tell that you and Astro are gonna bookmark this post. Six months from now, or even three years down the road, probably when I have my first kid, you guys are gonna hop on here and chuckle some more. (sigh) And they say women never forget. 😆
When your kid graduates, I will sent him the picture of DIY Mom…
:: chortle::
RedFred, Elephant memory, I say. 🙄
This ranks right up there with Lisa’s fire story…
Astroknight, Oh, I think Lisa’s fire story is MUCH funnier than this story. Bwaaahaahaaa! *phew* Thanks for the reminder of that one. That was a funny story. *snickers*