Monday, August 3, 2009

Sensible Sunning?

So I have struggling lately with attempting to figure out the most responsible way to get a lovely summer glow. I believe, with 100% certainty that EVERYONE looks 5x better when they are tan. No question. But I definitely don't want skin cancer, so what's a girl to do?

I tried the spray-tan, but it's really expensive and only lasts about 3 days. Self tanning creams are OK, but I really don't have the patience nor the skill to apply it to all exposed parts. Face and chest yes. Legs and arms no. Those elbows and knees get tricky. So I resorted to the old standby - the tanning bed. I bought a package about 2 weeks ago.


I saw this article on HuffingtonPost.com about Sarah Palin and her purchase of a tanning bed for the governor's mansion and honestly thought, well she's a responsible public servant with throngs of children, surely it can't be all that bad. I am obviously grasping at straws. Then I saw this article and almost died. Mustard gas? Isn't that what we thought the 9/11 terrorists were going to disperse with crop dusters? Arsenic? Are you serious?





So I don't know what to do. Furthering my obsession over this issue, I was at the waterpark with the kids this weekend and I was sitting next to a crinkly, 60 year-old or so sun worshipper and damn if she didn't have the funkiest looking big, black irregular shaped mole on her back. I'm no dermatologist, but hell, I watch Oprah. This thing screamed MELANOMA!!!! I really felt that it was my duty to tell her, but social decency took over and I kept my mouth shut.




And I am not sure how the genetic gods aligned this for Curran, but she has the most beautiful olive skin tone. That's right - OLIVE. Steve and I are the whitest white people alive. Looking at her just reminds me of how much better everyone looks tan. Her eyes look even bluer and her hair looks blonder.

Today marks the beginning of my last week at NCC. As I was driving down East Ninth today to go to work, I looked up and saw that the National City logo on top of NC Tower has been painted over. Then I got to work and had a couple of e-mails notifying employees that a helicopter lift will take place this coming weekend ostensibly to hoist the PNC sign on top of the former NC Tower.

I can't help but feel that the universe or God somehow rigged this operation to take place the weekend after my last day here. I take comfort in that. Small comfort. I still am constantly supressing the urge I have to verbally assault the next person I see with a Steelers jersey on walking around downtown Cleveland. I know that you're the Superbowl Champs, and that the Browns suck. It should be enough to kick our asses in football and take our jobs. There is no need to rub it in.

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