yep this girl right here!
dang. sorry. ok regroup.
i could blame it on the 4th of july and all the beers i consumed, but well that would be a lie. actually i had exactly 2 cans of PBR in the fridge of which i drank none. soooooo i have no new photos to share with you, and i am literally throwing this together as i type, (what you thought we planned this stuff?!) but i do have a definite opinion on summer. seems we have 2 camps brewing here at o+u . erika firmly, and sweatily, planted in the haters camp, and then tiffani in the lovers camp. i have to say i am team tiffani on this one. (sorry erika) although i have a body by ben & jerry’s, not hooping. i own zero bikinis (BAMkinis) and know no one with a boat in which to jump off of (damn that tiffani!). i digress. summer. oh sweet summertime. i live in the land of the cold. seriously i joke, but it is true. i was not born or raised here. my blood will never ever thicken enough. we have 6 months of winter a week or 2 of spring, yeah our autumns are gorgeous, but fleeting and chilly because winter is breaking down the door like a mad hungry bear…. so summer we savor. it is our reward for surviving another winter, for shoveling our roof (yeah that actually happens), for not seeing the ground below our feet from nov/dec til april. that messes with your mind people! just ask joelynne. i know she will back me up on this one. it’s just not right. snow should melt in between storms, not form an iceberg. so you see, i could never ever shun summer, no matter how sweaty i may get. summer i wear as little as possible, i get to run around barefoot all the time, my hair/skin/life just looks and FEELS better in summer. i don’t wear enough sunscreen, i don’t own a pair of sunglasses, i soak up all the uv rays and vit D i can get my greedy little hands on, because come february i will be crying in my chicken and dumplings how winter beat me down… again. my feet will no longer be bare, but buried. noooooo!!!!!! (take me to the kittens!) 😉
i was always this way, i grew up around a pool. my childhood memories are few, but my best ones are of summers at the local pool. (mohnton swim team PROPS!) 🙂 i would leave my house right after breakfast and walk up the hill to our town pool for swim practice. i was 7. i would dive into that freaking cold ass spring fed swimming pool happily. i would stay in that chlorinated oasis til dinner. my fingers so wrinkled from the water they were beyond puckered. my toes worn raw from the rough concrete finish on the bottom of the pool. my hair a nice shade of yellowish-green and dry as straw from the sun and chlorine. so tan. SO tan. i had crushes on all the older lifeguards. i ate lunches that consisted of a rectangular piece of frozen pizza heated in a toaster oven at the pool refreshment stand and every once in a while, a brown paper bag of penny fish. after dinner i would walk back up for swim meets and i would swim my little heart out. crash into bed completely wiped out, sunburned, and happy. totally 100% happy. i’d wake the next day and do it all over again. no parents. no rules. no real trouble either. they knew where i was. i never left. it was my home away from home every summer day. so you see, my love goes DEEP. eventually i grew boobs, became FAR less streamline, and left my swim team days behind, but they live on in my heart… and on film.
another thing i LOVE about summer is i like the mom i become in summer. the kids lounge around in their underpants all.day.long. this is encouraged. they have super cute summery skin, and who can resist little one’s underpants? not me that’s who. plus an unexpected bonus, less laundry! we eat popsicles for lunch. we have recently discussed the benefits of ice cream for dinner. there is no place to be, or get to, or be late for. i am not nagging about brushing teeth and hurrying up or they will be late for school!!!! no.homework. who knows when they last took a real shower. our days are ours and we fill them (or don’t) any which way we choose. what is not to love about that?
“Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.” ~ Sam Keen i’d say we are highly respectable then.
erika was looking for reasons to love summer, i have a few: ice cream in a sugar cone. the smell of my kids’ hair, that intoxicating blend of sweat/salt/sunshine/and fresh air. tired children, the good worn out fall into bed happy kind of tired. less cooking, it’s hot that’s why. homegrown tomatoes right off the vine, quartered and sprinkled with salt & pepper, just like my pop-pop taught me. and lastly, a cold, COLD, beer. when you are hot, nothing tastes better than a really cold beer. ice cream is nice, but a frosty beer hits the spot.