Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
Don't Forget Your Feet
After going online and watching the instructional video and going to the tanning place and have them walk me through the instructions, I still had that moment of, "Oh my gosh, what if I turn orange?" Ever since seeing the photo of Charlize Theron at the Oscars a few years ago (where she was orange), I have had a fear of the spray-on tan.
I stripped down, put the special lotion on my hands and feet, put on the lovely shower cap and reached out to press the start button. (There is nothing scarier than that moment in the booth when you reach out to press that button.)
The first thing I noticed was how cold it was. I don't think anything really prepares you for that. Then, although I was trying to hold my breath, I ran out of breath and had to breathe while the spray had aimed down at my feet, but the fog was still in the air. I have to wonder...are my lungs now tan?
I then realized that I had scrunched up my face as I was getting hit with this stuff, so I quickly relaxed my face as I imagined the strange, non-tanned creases that would form in my face from my expression. I hoped that I had relaxed my face soon enough.
I toweled off, got dressed and headed for home.
For my first time, it wasn't too bad. I was really impressed! I was bronze in no time at all and it looked natural and not at all streaky. There was only ONE thing that I did wrong, and that was that I didn't put the "barrier cream" on the bottoms of my feet. This morning, when I looked at the bottoms of my feet, they looked like they belonged to a person of another nationality. I'm not entirely sure which nationality looks brownish orange (if any), but whatever that nationality is, I looked like it. I took a pumice stone to my feet for about 10 minutes in the shower. They sort of look normal now. Sort of.
Anyway, overall it was a great experience and I will get sprayed again later this week to maintain my summery "glow".
Friday, May 04, 2007
Friday Feast - 5/4/07
Appetizer
Name something you would not want to own.
Skinny jeans. That whole fashion trend of the jeans that cling to your legs and taper in at the ankle is just awful. They should have died in the 80's. I love my boot cut Levi's.
Soup
Describe your hair (texture, color, length, etc.).
Dark brown, just past the shoulders in length and can be straight if I blow it dry, or curly if I am too lazy to blow it dry (like today).
Salad
Finish this sentence: I’ll never forget ___________.
I'll never forget how it felt the day that my husband proposed to me. It was magical. Even a decade later, I can still remember how I felt.
Main Course
Which famous person would you like to be for one day? Why?
Maybe Jennifer Aniston because I'll bet she has a huge swimming pool and it would be nice to lounge by a huge swimming pool in Beverly Hills for a day.
Dessert
Write one sentence about yourself that includes one thing that is true and another thing that is not.
I have never broken a bone despite my avid love for skydiving.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Pennsylvania Barns
When I go home to visit, we usually attend the little church in Limeport that my family attended when we were growing up. It is also the church where I got married almost 11 years ago. On the short drive between my parents' house and the church, we pass 4 different barns.
The first barn is pretty cool. It is painted with an ad for Ceresota Flour. I just love the look of it.
Barn number two is a typical Pennsylvania Dutch style barn, complete with "hex" signs. I had my husband pull over on the side of the road to get a picture of this barn. As I was taking shots of the barn, an older gentleman was walking down the side of the road and told me I could pull into the driveway to get a better shot. It turned out it was his barn. He invited us into his very charming little farm house to meet his lovely wife and show us the model of the barn that a friend had built for him.
I thought it was great that I had never met this couple before, but it turned out that they were the parents of someone we had gone to high school with. What a small world. They were such a charming couple and just beaming with pride about their barn. I asked if I could take a photo of his outhouse on the way out.
Barn number three is another Pennsylvania Dutch style barn that is very similar to the second barn. It was just a short distance down the road from the last barn.
Barn number four is a barn that is right down the street from my parents' house. I took this photo from inside the car as we were driving by because quite honestly, I had forgotten there was a barn there. Where did all of these barns come from? I couldn't believe that they were there the entire time I was growing up and I just never really saw them before.
Barn number five is the most special of all. This is the barn that was converted into a house many, many years ago and where I spent the first 25 years of my life. It is a house where at one time eight of us lived and where now just my two parents live. Hours of playing, watching TV and riding bikes. Dogs and cats that lived and died there. Years of homework and studying. Climbing trees and crunching through leaves. Laughter, snowstorms, birthdays, graduations and Christmas mornings. These walls contain lots of happy memories.
Maybe that's why I love barns so much....