WARNING: MAY BECOME ORANGE

Trey and I are going to the beach on sunday. WHO-HOO. I haven't been to the beach in so long! I mean, we went to Jamaica for our honeymoon, but Tropical Storm Alberto was there the whole week. Still a blast, but little sun did we see. So I am much looking forward to chillin out max and relaxing all cool. We are going to stay in Katie's parents condo. (hmmmm....I bet she doesn't know that) Her brother, Britt Rowell (mistakenly Britt Rowe in our wedding program. oops) invited us.

Anyway, I get distracted from the point of the story....the point is I am pale. In fact, I give a new meaning to the word in general.

Let me back up: I have always been pale. When I was younger it bothered me a lot. I would tell people that I didn't have any pigment and that is why I couldn't tan. looking back now I realize that probably sounded dumb. Sorry to all those elementary friends who heard that. what an idiot. But the best excuse ever was given to my BFF, Jordan. Now, Jordan is a cute little thing. Always tan, blond hair, little thing. Now me? BLACK hair and pale skin. So my thoughts? "You are smaller, Jordan. It takes less of the sun to cover you and make you tan."

(look how precious -and tan- jordan is)

It's true...I told her that. I was in the 5th grade.

How embarassing.

I have learn to accept the "natural" beauty of pale skin. Look at Nichole Kidman.

Anyway, I have become distracted yet again. In junior high I convinced my lovely mother, Melita, to allow me to go to the tanning bed. I did this throughout Jr. High, High School and college before big events (you know, prom, cheerleading try-outs, mud bowl...the big things in life) So for a short while growing up I had color to my skin.

now that I work 8-5 in an office, I have become a whole new shade of pale. I am more concious of the risks involved in the TB (I already see wrinkles, but don't worry...I use Olay Age Defense face wash) so I don't go much at all.

Well, I tomorrow I am getting a spray tan.

True fact.

I will let you know how that goes. I did this once when it first came to starkville. My hands were orange. I am hoping for an updated spray this time.

*The more I look back on this ridiculous post, I realize that my faithful 5 readers probably could care less about my skin color. But alas, you are more than likely still reading, in which case I should say thank you for caring.

Here are a few photos of my sad looking Sophie last night. Notice her scar on her belly. bless her heart.

Oh yeah...she lost a tooth this morning.

Our baby is growing up so fast.