Genetically Resistant. That’s the official diagnosis from T-N-T Tanning at the end of my street. I went in to sign up – against my better judgement, but still couldn’t stop myself, kinda like getting fake nails once a year – I’m trying to get the glare off before our cruise next month. I just don’t want to be so white I glow – which is my current status. Casper-White is the official Crayola color. I get zero sun nowadays. At least back in my Old Life, I would get some color to me because I would do yard work occasionally. Now there’s Timmy for all things yard-related so I spend very limited time outdoors, except for sitting on my porch and there’s no sun there. So I tried it again and was pronounced Genetically Resistant to Tanning. Oh, even that didn’t stop me from signing up, I bought a 2-week unlimited tanning package just to try it again. Maybe my internal composition has changed since turning 40 and I now secrete mega-doses of melanin and I’ll be a bronzed Hawaiian Tropic pin-up when the 2 weeks are up. I think this sums up my eternally optimistic mindset – who cares about a half empty/half full fictitious cup of water – every year I believe THIS WILL BE THE YEAR I TAN and buy a tanning package of some sort. Every year I’m disappointed and itchy after futile efforts, but still I keep trying. So we’ll see what happens – fingers crossed 🙂
Update: By 10:00 p.m., the 4 minutes of “tanning” has settled in and I’m as red as a lobster, and my hoo-ha is on fire. No, I didn’t wear undies, and now I realize that may have been a mistake.
I believe I’m getting a sty on my eye – something is going on around my lash line and it’s super painful. I better research a fix for this on the Internet as soon as I’m done prattling off about the nothingness of my week.
Golf season is ready to wrap up, only 2 more weeks left. Ryan and I held 1st place all season until 2 weeks ago, and now we’re out by 1 point. It’s our own fault, if we had made up even one of the forfeits we had we would still have the lead. Now we’ve got to make up ground if we’re going to win. I think last Thursday was a push. Oh well if we don’t win, I really don’t like this Flight so I don’t even care – I won’t be playing with next year, they’re a bunch of A-holes for the most part. There, I got to use “a-holes” in my blog, hooray! People don’t use “a-hole” enough nowadays. I’m taking it back, just like Clerks 2 did with “porch monkey.” If you didn’t see the movie you won’t get that.
Meggan helped host Anastasia’s baby shower last weekend. Her due date is at the end of September, I believe I’ll be cruising while she’s popping out a bambino. I can’t wait to see what she has and what she names it!
Geri’s house is coming along. She got pounded stainless steel backsplashes installed in the kitchen, which just sounds so cool I can’t wait to see it. I was worried that they would be constantly mussed up looking, and Geri burst out laughing and asked me how that would happen – from all the cooking she does?! She does such a minor amount of cooking she didn’t even want an oven installed at first! All her cooking can be accomplished with a microwave. But she does like to make Oven Fry chicken, and so she may use her kitchen more than she realizes.
I would have a field day with a nice kitchen. Ours sucks – space is horrible, cabinets suck, no place to put anything (the usual complaint here). But it’s next to free so I get by and take a lot of vacations instead. It’s all a tradeoff in life. So far I’m okay with it, I only have occasional breakdowns about wanting a nice new house with vaulted stuff. I can wait a few years.
She’s stopped terrorizing Widda as much as before, so she’s allowed to continue to stay. She’s really just so soft and pretty, she’s hard to resist. Those cute cross-eyes just add to the charm.
Here’s a cute picture of Newfie, she rarely gets featured so here’s her moment to shine:
Peace, and be present in your life – enjoy your days, even if they may not be worth seizing!