My daughter's soccer team will be representing Alaska at the Division IV Regionals in Albuquerque. Desert heat, here we come. I've never been to New Mexico, and am looking forward to visiting an unknown place, but I'm a little nervous about the strong sunshine. I hate it when people talk about their food allergies, because I don't have any of my own and secretly think that allergies are made up so that people can politely refuse foods they don't like,* but that's not going to stop me from telling you about my allergy to the sun.
My skin develops the itchiest rash you can imagine. It starts in specific areas, first the back of my hands and behind my knees. Then it shows up on the inside of my elbow and on the tops of my feet. If it's a really bad case, it will start to spread across my entire body until I'm one big walking piece of itchy crocodile hide. When I was a kid, I would scratch myself until my skin was bleeding. Gross. Sorry. BUT IT ITCHES! Normal sun doesn't bring it out. Neither does a tanning bed. My dermatitis occurs only in really strong sun, like tropical conditions. Oh, the Hawaiian vacations I have spent scratching my arms like an insane monkey. Maybe the dry heat of New Mexico won't trigger the rash. Please! I have enough to worry about with my pasty white thighs being pranced around in shorts . . . don't cover them in a heat rash as well.
Speaking of shorts, I am having fun packing summer outfits to take on our trip. And by "fun," I mean "a time of despair and horror." Even if I possessed any sort of fashion sense, which I don't, I certainly do not own cute summer clothes. I guess that's why credit cards and Albuquerque outlet malls were created. I plan on shopping, is what I'm saying.
*I'm JOKING. Don't you dare e-mail with an explanation of how a loved one almost died after eating peanuts, or I will e-mail back with a close-up picture of my heat rash ; )
Dinner last night: tamale pie, green salad
Exactly two years ago: