“Sunburn is very becoming, but only when it is even - one must be careful not to look like a mixed grill”
I used to not burn. I was the darkest white girl in a 12 state radius. Ask anyone I grew up with. My grandma Rose used to call me 'brown bear'(with a white ass). It was great, I didn't even have to try! It made my friends envious.
In 1995 I went to Florida to visit my uncle and his family. I came back black. People I worked with didn't even recognize me. I was in Brian's brothers wedding - it was held in a tent in the back of their parents house. There's a picture of me walking down the isle and all you can see are my teeth!
Never mind that I haven't sunbathed in 12 years. I thought I was immune to sunburns. Uh yea, not so much! Saturday I started power washing the cedar fence at 10am, excited that I would be able to even out my baseball tan. Time didn't feel like it was flying by as it was already 2pm when we decided to stop for the day. I could tell I was getting sun but I didn't realize just how much sun I got!!! That afternoon I took a shower - a cold shower that felt wonderful. I have been aching since. I have blisters on my neck and back. Yesterday my dad and Brian were teaching Tyler how to "flick" a person with a quick flick of the pointer and middle finger across the forearm. Persuading him to flick me on my back. Quickly, I threatened them back to using their God given senses. It kills for anyone to slightly touch it. I barely was able to survive Brian putting Aloe on it this morning. I even thought a light weight dress would ease the pain. Nope - the collar goes right across the area irritating it more so. Tomorrow will be day 3 - I hope the pain will start going away.
Other than that this weekend we didn't have any ball. Friday I went to a friends house to scrapbook. Other events on Saturday was taking dOg to get groomed, washing him again when he got home, begging him for forgiveness as he didn't like his second bath, taking Ty to Borders and Blockbuster, dinner at 54th St Grill, grocery store, making a cheesecake. Sunday I was up at 7am making a chocolate sheet cake, cleaning the kitchen, laundry, celebrating Father's Day at my grandpa's with our family, playing spoons, watching Alvin and the Chipmunks, playing GI Joe with Ty (I wanted to dress them like I used to do with Barbie - but Ty told me he liked the way they were already dressed!!!)
Ty bought a new book this weekend called "Fallen Angels" by Walter Dean Myers. It's a story about a 17 year old kid being shipped off to Vietnam. I think it's a little old for him. He's laying in bed with us last night reading aloud, "watch out, you could get a social disease that will rot your twinkie right off." Now mind you, he's not the greatest reader and had trouble with the bolded words and didn't read it with fluency and mistaken twinkie for twinkle. So I reread it aloud and Brian and I shoot a look at each other and it wasn't 2 seconds Tyler was giggling like a little school girl! I told him we probably should put that book up but it's made him more eager to want to read it. So far we've come across the words - damned, hard ass, faggots, and now Twinkies. And this is a Scholastic book!
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2 comments:
nice to see you are back at writing again.
sounds like DC was fun, i still dont understand why they don't send me out there, guess i'm not as important as you!!
I am picturing you walking around our neighborhood just as dark as can be! I think our bodies change as we get older because I used to tan fairly easy and it is really hard for me to get a tan now. Getting older is so grand! =)
I cannot believe that Scholastic book! One time we borrowed a book from the library when Kay was real small and it was about a little girl getting a new baby brother. Well the pictures inside had "it" drawn out in detail when her new baby brother was taking a bath. When we returned the book I put a huge sticky note in there and said it was inappropriate for such young children. So it is probably still on the shelves today for others to view.
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