My top reason for loving summer and having a job that I have summers off? Sleep.
I remember being 4 or 5 and not sleeping and it amazes me that most people can go to bed, close their eyes and just ..sleep.
I am laying in bed thinking of how to save the world, get my laundry done, Did I load the dishwasher.. uh oh, better get up and look, I need a vacation..mm, where would I go? I wonder if it's going to rain? Did we lock the pool ladder? Did I close my car windows? Is everyone okay? What is that stupid cat doing? Did i put that payment in the mail? Better get up and check.. it is a non stop chaos soup in my brain.
But summer... at least I can toss and turn and know I can sleep in..every flipping day! Pure bliss.
I realized this morning that our coffee pot goes off after 2 hours and I have had to get up and turn it back on all week.. I miss the Today show... I don't care.. I stayed up late reading my book (Jen Lancaster is my new favorite author right now.. too funny!) and didn't have to worry about when I would fall asleep.. it is soo great!
And I am already thinking.. school starts in August, my sleep will again be jacked up. I will return to the tossing and turning of Sunday nights (Always the worst) and the thinking of Saturday mornings.
There is not much better than rolling over at 8:00 and just laying there..
until I think.. is my laundry done?
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Coppertone Junkie
I have an addictive personality. I am aware of this yet, it still keeps tripping me up in life.
When Pepsi had diet with a twist of lime.. I was drinking 3 gallons of the stuff, along with kettle corn. Every fair or festival I went to I had my face in the big hot pan waiting for my bag. (Then they made it for the microwave... I openly admit that I was out of control.. Orville Reddenbacker was one hot man to me for months.)
And it is never anything healthy! Why can't I love to run or exercise or eat fruit and veggies?
But, one of my greatest additions started in high school. I had terrible acne on my back and the doctor told me to lay in the sun. So, doctor's orders, I did. Like an addict.
I used baby oil and had a spray bottle when it got hot. I started in March and just covered up with a blanket if the wind was too chilly. I pushed my children off for naps so I could sit my lawn chair in their kiddie pools. I was sad if I had to do something and would miss the peak "tan" hours of 10-2. My dream job was to be that skinny Bando Solei girl who was given a bottle of lotion and told.. get as dark as you can (I'd like to see her leather face today) I used tanning blankets which were glorified tin foil sheets until the oil and sun ate the silver off and it stuck to me. Then I found insulated blankets from sporting goods shops because tanning was unhealthy. I still go into the drug stores in January and sniff Coppertone like it's crack cocaine & I'm Whitney Houston with a song..
But now I am old and my skin tells me that the tanning is not good. I see spots and think "Hmm?" .
I use 30-70 SPF.. I try to get myself under control...
But on a blistering summer day I remember the spray bottle... the scent of Coppertone with some orange tint, the kiddie pool with little animals dancing across it and how I was so nimble I could get in that lawn chair without it folding up on me and I shed a little tear, spray on the heavy 30 SPF and hang my head in despair...
I am an addict.. I love the sun...
When Pepsi had diet with a twist of lime.. I was drinking 3 gallons of the stuff, along with kettle corn. Every fair or festival I went to I had my face in the big hot pan waiting for my bag. (Then they made it for the microwave... I openly admit that I was out of control.. Orville Reddenbacker was one hot man to me for months.)
And it is never anything healthy! Why can't I love to run or exercise or eat fruit and veggies?
But, one of my greatest additions started in high school. I had terrible acne on my back and the doctor told me to lay in the sun. So, doctor's orders, I did. Like an addict.
I used baby oil and had a spray bottle when it got hot. I started in March and just covered up with a blanket if the wind was too chilly. I pushed my children off for naps so I could sit my lawn chair in their kiddie pools. I was sad if I had to do something and would miss the peak "tan" hours of 10-2. My dream job was to be that skinny Bando Solei girl who was given a bottle of lotion and told.. get as dark as you can (I'd like to see her leather face today) I used tanning blankets which were glorified tin foil sheets until the oil and sun ate the silver off and it stuck to me. Then I found insulated blankets from sporting goods shops because tanning was unhealthy. I still go into the drug stores in January and sniff Coppertone like it's crack cocaine & I'm Whitney Houston with a song..
But now I am old and my skin tells me that the tanning is not good. I see spots and think "Hmm?" .
I use 30-70 SPF.. I try to get myself under control...
But on a blistering summer day I remember the spray bottle... the scent of Coppertone with some orange tint, the kiddie pool with little animals dancing across it and how I was so nimble I could get in that lawn chair without it folding up on me and I shed a little tear, spray on the heavy 30 SPF and hang my head in despair...
I am an addict.. I love the sun...
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