Ever since I was a little kid, I thought that was a funny line. You have to imagine that being said after one has sucked in helium and followed by, "Take me to your leader." It seems as if I have actually fallen off the planet, but I'm back. If even for a short visit.
I have a confession that I'm very leery on sharing. A small explanation for my disappearance (besides the fact that I was kidnapped by aliens and used as a scientific experiment.) I have been fighting "stinkin' thinkin'" which has gone beyond stinkin' thinkin' and classified as depression. I'm not the kind that usually advertises my problems because there is no market for them. The thing with depression is you don't really have a problem, per se, which makes you feel even worse for feeling the way you do.
In desperation of better feelings, I thought I would try tanning (or fake baking) at a local tanning joint. I'm not one who likes to tan - even naturally. I tanned about seven years ago when we went on a cruise in the middle of February and I didn't want to burn.
I've decided something even more awkward than standing in line at the Bishop's office is standing in line for a tanning bed. You don't want to make eye contact. When you do make eye contact with a person leaving you think, "Ew. Their butt sweat is on the bed I'm going to lie on." I know, they "sanitize" the beds but I sanitize mine again when I'm in there in case they missed a spot.
As I'm laying there I think about - wait. Awkward. I better be careful what I write here. My BFF, Karen, says she would like to tan but doesn't like basting in her own juices. So that makes me think about turkey which makes me think about chicken which makes me think about chicken knuckles falling off which makes me think about this. Then I wonder if that man I saw walking out of a tanning room earlier (Ew - guy butt sweat) was a policeman because I can smell bacon!!! Just kidding. Honestly, there is no occupation I have more respect for. But I did smell bacon and I did think that and I'm very sorry. And I laughed as I lay by myself in the broiler. Then I think about a song and try to refrain from singing. I always have a song in my head and I'm convinced I'm a perpetual musical.
Then I think how I'm in the buff and I'm getting a tan where the sun doesn't naturally shine. That makes me think of smokin' crack. I don't know why. I've never smoked crack. Probably because I can hear some cracklin' noises and wonder how much fat I'm burning off. Then I think of my son (and National Underwear Day) who stopped into my work today to say hi. Then I think of my daughter who wants to be in a pageant this summer because I hope she doesn't want to tan because it's so bad for your skin. Then I think of my other daughter who has freckles on her cute little nose because she plays in the sun, which is so bad for your skin.
Suddenly, I'm feeling much better. I thought my husband only paid for a month, which I was happy with (or as happy as you could be with depression.) Obviously my husband thinks I needed the light therapy because he actually signed me up for two months which should bring me into summer. Now I'm really upset with him because he must think I'm hard to live with and that's why he paid for two months. Now I'm depressed again, which reminds me of chocolate which reminds me of peanut butter which reminds me of the road to Heaven. Then I'm happy again.
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10 comments:
Hang in there. Plus, I'm sure that your hubby finds you all kinds of attractive with a tan and he's doing it more for himself than for you. Because he loves you.
Come back to Queensland ... then you get sunshine all year around and won't need tanning beds ....
Hope you are all doing well. Life is fun here :)
From one turkey baster to another, just listen to the sizzle! Only thing is I do it naturally. NO, I don't mean in the BUFF! I mean, naturally in the sun! I like the feel of the sun on my skin. You are lucky to have such a wonderful husband that loves you so much. Sometimes the hardest thing to see is what is right in front of you. So, let's go eat some chocolate!!!!
I was wondering where that smell went. Whatever you are taking.....you better start sharing. MMMMMM......Bacon.....I think that you should continue that type of thinking....wait that starts to stink after a while and well I will be thinking guy butt sweat next time I smell bacon. Ughhhh.
I like you tan, though it totally threw me off the other night. It makes you look well vacationed. And we all want to be that.
Welcome back!Perhaps Jared thinks that in TWO months you'll look like an Abo and remind him of Oz! ;')
Glad to have you back. I've missed your humor, seriously!!!
Oh I am so so sorry about the depression. My family has a pretty discouraging history of depression and because it has hit some as late as 45 or so, I know I am not in the clear and I really think it is a terrifying and horribly difficult struggle. I am glad you shared though. I think people feel like they aren't normal or should be embarrassed if they are dealing with something like that, so it is nice to hear people be honest about how they are coping and dealing with it.
P.S. Go for the tanning beds . . . then you won't have people looking at your legs and saying, "So? Is that the remains of tanning lotion or what??" Like they have been saying to me lately. That stuff doesn't fade so nicely.
Welcome back! I've missed your humor and clever insights.
Krista- YOU KILL ME! lol I fake bake all the time. :)
I have been "clinically diagnosed" with depression, so I definitely feel ya! Sucks, and yeah, no one understands unless they have been there!
Hang in there my beautiful friend! Tanning is a way to stimulate something that creates Vitamin D, which helps serotinin absorption, which makes you HAPPY!
What can I say, you crack me up!
Love,
fionax
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