In an effort to start blogging more often, I decided to pick up a new weekly feature from my pal Lin over at Linny’s Vault.
Random Thursdays, I assume, are going to be random – which I like. I’m a pretty random person anyway, my train of thought constantly making unscheduled stops in weird places.
Today’s is all about summertime, so here we go!
My favorite things about summer are (in no particular order):
Watermelon. It’s pretty much the only part of pregnancy I liked (besides the part where a kid happens). I’d sit there with a big tub of it in my lap, fork in hand. The taste and touch and smell and feel of watermelon made me a big, fat happy lady. So juicy and sweet, perfectly soft and wonderfully scented. I’ve always adored watermelon, but after my love affair with it during pregnancy, I’ve found a whole new respect for it.
Sunscreen. I like the smell of it, and I love that it makes me feel like a really good mom when I remember it and slather it on my fair-skinned child. I tend to go light on my legs because I have awesome legs and like them relatively tan, but I slather it on my tattoos, which would be ruined if exposed to too much sun, and on my face, which I hate letting get tan.
Sundresses. Since I live in Southern California, there are very few months when it’s a bad idea to wear a sundress, but they’re just so much brighter and peppier in the summer. I dare to wear oranges and yellows and I’m not ashamed to bare a little arm and chest skin when I’m out in public, because hey, it’s hot!
Sunglasses. If I’m being honest, I hate the sun. I hate when it’s too hot and I hate sweating (mostly because I sweat all the damn time so summer just makes that problem worse). But there’s nothing better than tilting your head back a little, lizard-style, so the sun warms up your face, with your sunglasses on in the summertime.
Summer-themed songs. “In the Summertime” was the very first song Sam heard in his life. We were on the way home from the hospital and it was on K-EARTH (of course), and Sam seemed to smile and wiggle a bit, even though he was only 3 days old. I also have an inexplicable affinity for “Summertime in the LBC,” despite the fact that I’ve never actually lived in Long Beach, nor am I a huge rap/hip-hop fan. There are tons more, including “Groovin’,” and of course, “Summertime.”