Pajamas and Popcorn

“Rain, rain, go away…”

This song would subconsciously play over and over in my head when I was stationed in Washington. Seattle weather was depressing and I swear it rained like nine months out of the year…and if it didn’t rain, it was always overcast. I hated it. Living four years in that kind of weather obviously made me yearn for Colorado sunshine even more.

Fast foward and here I am today in lovely Colorado and now it’s raining cats and dogs. Except this time, I welcome it. Our state is normally pretty dry and water conservation is mandatory so we pretty much look forward to rain every now and then. Our vegetation needs it. Plus all this wet weather makes me wanna crawl into bed and read a good book…or veg out in front of the TV. watching sappy chick-flicks. I could literally just stay in my pajama pants and tank all day long. What else am I gonna do? My house is immaculate from yesterday’s cleaning, the garbage has been taken out and picked up, already did two loads of laundry, Mathias is taking his first nap right now and I’m all out of things to do. We can’t go to the park and I’m attempting to save our money so can’t go shopping. I just feel so blaaaaah. It’s actually kind of nice. Oh, wait…*then it hits me*…I have to buy dog food, cat food, milk, and juice. Craaaaaaaaaap! I’m in such a lazy mood and my angel babies are telling me I have to actually go out in this icky weather?

I keep telling myself that days like this are going to be few and far between. As I mentioned before, I start work next week and today is already Friday. I’m not going to be able to have the little luxuries of just lounging around or playing with my son as often as I do now. So I was hoping to use my R&R on this quiet rainy day in full force. If I have to go to the store this morning then I figure I can at least relax watching movies and cooking up snacks when Mathias takes his second nap of the day (if he decides too, please God, let him decide too). *It dawns on me…* I have to be up and ready for our landscaping crew to come out and lay our sod down for our backyard this afternoon. Not only that, but this kind of weather has the dog leaving wet track marks all over the basement floor. He resides downstairs with full access to our backyard. So you can imagine all the muddy, dirty paw prints they’re leaving every time they go in and out of the house…which just means I’ll have to thoroughly clean the disgusting mess downstairs. Dammit! So I guess I’ll be doing that instead while Mathias naps this afternoon. Aah, well, so much for my movies, my snacks, staying in my pj's...so much for my rainy day...

Tanorexia

The following article explains this OCD with having darker skin tone. Good read for those that have an interest for the trivial, unimportant and just plain entertaining. ;)

http://ezinearticles.com/?Tanning-Too-Much&id=636710

OMG...I can't stoppppppp...

So here's some food for thought...if you tan, stop. It's that simple. It's unhealthy whether it be under the all natural sunlight or in a tanning booth aka slow-death bed. So then WTH is my deal?
You would think that being half Asian would prevent me from tanning because I should essentially have darker-complected skin. Ha! I would say my skin tone is more on the peachy side...not necessarily olive like my mother or yellow-toned like my sister. I was (cursed) blessed with pigment much like my father who has Scottish-Irish ancestry. I'm not fair-skinned by any means, but I'm certainly not tan either. I'm more or less in-between shades...slightly leaning towards the fairer side. To make matters worse, I have freckles. Not just a few here and there...OK, so maybe on my body it's minimal (thank gawd), but my face?? Fuggettabodit. Naturally, the more I tan, the more these "angel kisses" appear. Curses, I say! Curses! Luckily, I have been able to achieve quite a nice complexion over the summer and if I might say so myself - I am almost content with how dark I've gotten. Notice how I said almost? I'm still not quite satisfied with my color.

I feel like I can go darker...

In this lies the true nature of the beast. Tanorexia is an addicting disease. Really! How superficial and shallow does that sound? Pretty damn vain, I know...but I am not here to give off any false impressions of our family, our lifestyle and certainly not of myself. We're not perfect by any means and the fact that I'm an addicting person proves that. :) What you see is what you get..............except for the bronze glow that I emulate; that's all from sunbathing. *heheh*

So despite my never-ending need to go outside and "bake", I've decided that with fall season just around the corner and winter creeping up on us, I need to be done with my ridiculous obsession. Seriously...do I want to end up looking like the grandmother from Something About Mary (see photo above). *shudders*

Remembering 9/11

For shame...I write of all the good and exciting things that are going on this month that I failed to acknowledge what today was. The 7-year anniversary of Sept 11Th. May all the memories of those that passed during that sad day stay strong and my condolences to all their loved ones. God bless those that survived the tragedy and those that are still fighting for our right to be free. My head bows down quietly in remembrance to all that had to endure the trauma on that unforgettable day.

http://www.whitehouse.gov/september11/index.html