Look Here... It's a Tan!

I have a tan. Yes, a tan.

Now, now don't get your panties wadded just yet. I am even nude-panty tan, but I'm not going to let you tell me that that is not a tan. I only had a bit of bad luck burn on my shoulder, faded fast enough with very little pain. I did end up with ankle foot rash from my fancy sun allergy.

Don't judge me. I love the sun, it's just a volatile relationship, I know, I admit it, but you can't keep me from going back, I won't let you!

All joking aside, the fancy sunbrella with SPF 100 plus my super special Coppertone Water Babies SPF 50, reapplied every hour on the hour works. Thanks science!

The Curse of the Sun

I love being outdoors. Love it. And yesterday I got my first chance to embrace the fact that summer came early (thats what she said) this year. It was about 100 degrees Fahrenheit so I mowed. I took my gloriously white self outside and mowed.

No, this isn't a sunburn blog. I know, I've probably done it before probably several times, actually, but four or so hours in a bathing suit and I am burn free thank you very much. The sun issue I am lamenting didn't pop up until this morning, or else I didn't notice it until this morning, which is equally as bad.

I am covered with tiny, tiny hives.

Thats right folks, not only am I superty duperty fair skinned and awe-strikingly sunburn prone,  I am allergic to the sun! I know, I have strange allergies, blame my mother. I also know that I don't own stock in allergy medicine nor do I have enough dinero to cover one pill a day for the next three to four months so I'm going to suck it up.

I am rubbing dirt on my hives as we speak.

Though I cannot stress how proud I am of not burning any of my milky flesh on my tractor excursion yesterday. I even have my very own version of a tan happening, it's pink, but not painful nor hot (or is it?).

So, reader peeps, join me in celebrating the summer sun with Costco size bottles of SPF 50 and anti-itch cream because its going to be a glorious season.




(Please read this with true enthusiasm, I am not being sarcastic in the post.)

Summer: The Season During Spring

Between the periodic rain storms and mild floods summer arrived (I know it's April but hey, I live in VA). Today while mowing the grass I was attached by my first tick. I now have a farmers tan though its not particularly severe for once. And, and this is the best part, I have a red neck.

Please don't confuse these things with actually being a Redneck which I am not. I do live in a relatively rural place though hence the mowing my own grass.

The other thing, the tick thing, doesn't bother me as much as it does you (you vommed when you read the word tick, I could sense it from in front of my computer). Ticks are disease carrying creatures that do indeed get a flush when I find them, but I'm not upset by them because I've invaded their habitats and mucked it up a bit.

Don't Lyme Disease at me, I've had my scare and expensive testing! Just know that other ticks also leave bullseye rashes. It's a pain in the ass but knowing whether or not you're going to suffer a long slow painful ailment or not is kind of nice.

You can take that as my endorsement for deet and a very high SPF.