Boy you people sure do have opinions about “bullet-ing” – (as one reader called it in her comment last week.) I got lots of texts and emails regarding last week’s topic and fell off the couch laughing at the SNL skit on Shades of Grey last night….If you didn’t see it – google it ASAP!!
So – apparently in Connecticut we had a tornado/hurricane/end of the world in October, then we had a mild winter, then we went straight to summer with 88 degree days in March and then went back to cold, windy fall days – and this week we apparently live in Seattle.
It was raining and misty all week and after a couple of days I just gave up with the hair. Do people in London and Seattle just accept looking bad and walk around with bad hair??
For a little while there before the “Seattle times”, and before the “May Autumn”, when it was “March Summer” – I actually had a decent tan going.
I am now back to being pasty white – which I hate.
I have mentioned before I have guidette tendencies because of my Italian background, and I have mentioned before that my son Sam was a born guido.
He was actually born a little bit tan believe it or not. He was born in May and I took him outside all summer long because I had a 9 month old to entertain (and I refuse to be anywhere but the beach in the summer.)
I kept him out of the sun – in his infant carrier, under an umbrella. By the end of the summer he was very dark brown. He actually had a pacifier tan line – a perfect white circle around his mouth. It’s one thing to be born with an olive skin tone – but this child was also born with the personality of an old Italian man.
He had an affinity for velour Puma sweatsuits at an early age – it was all he would wear, he would fist pumps regularly, and he will only eat sausage sandwiches or pepperoni sandwiches for lunch.
When he was turning 2 – I asked him what he wanted for his birthday breakfast. I told him he could have whatever he wanted – (expecting a request for donuts or pancakes.)
He replied – “Coffee and sausage.”
He wasn’t kidding.
A few weeks ago – during the “March Summer” – we had a playdate at a park. I sat on a bench with a tank top and capris on – basking in the 80 degree sun. I caught up with an old friend, while our boys played on the playground.
We were deep in juicy conversation when Sam came running over out of breath – pulling on my arm – saying “Mommy, Mommy.”
I ignored him and kept talking for a few minutes – but he kept at it.
“Excuse me Mama, Excuse me Mama…”
Finally I had to stop talking to my friend…
“What? What do you want?” I asked exasperated.
“Am I getting tan?” he asked with a concerned look.
I just stared at him.
“Um – yes Sam – you probably are.”
“Ok – thanks.” he said and ran off.
I looked at my friend in shock. “What four-year-old stops playing to check on the status of their tan??” I asked with bewilderment.
“Well – the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” she answered.
It’s true of course. I love a tan. I spent many years going to tanning salons and I am capable of getting frighteningly tan.
The only sentence I know in Spanish is “No Habla Espanol” – because so many Hispanic people try to talk to me in the summer.
I love my Italian heritage – and I love that Sam is a little Jersey Shore character, especially since we live in a town where there are 2 Italians, (me and Sam.) Even though we are all half Irish and half Italian – Mr. Gaga and Michael tend to be a little more Irish than Sam and I care for, and vice versa.
A couple of weeks ago, Mr. Gaga and I were arguing about something and he said, “Well you are absurd.”
Sam heard him and ran in from the other room to come to my defense.
“She is NOT ABSURD!!” he yelled at his father.
“Oh really? Then what is she?” Mr. Gaga said with amusement.
Sam looked at Mr. Gaga with a very serious look.
“She is ITALIAN!” he yelled indignantly.
We died laughing.
The point I am painstakingly trying to make is this.
My son was born a little “guido” that wears wife-beaters and has a New York accent and I am a guidette who likes to be tan and eat pasta.
Despite this “Situation” – it would NEVER, EVER be okay – to say – I don’t know……. TAKE HIM TANNING!
Ok I have definitely made him participate in the G and the L……..
but the T??? Really??
A woman from (where else?) Nutley, NEW JERSEY! was arrested after being accused of bringing her 6-year-old daughter tanning!
Now if this is not disturbing enough – I had the bad luck to watch a story about this on the news.
My eyeballs will never be the same.
Apparently she has had to deal with some harsh critics lately – since she has been all over the news. To this she replied to a TMZ reporter – “People criticize me because they are all fat and ugly.”
I am sorry – have you looked in the mirror lately Nutley, New Jersey Lady?
Do you find it all problematic that you look like Michael Jackson when he dressed up as a scarecrow in The Wiz?
It’s one thing to be an idiot and go tanning incessantly – clearly we all know this is a health hazard. It can cause wrinkles and apparently make faces look like Fonzi’s leather jacket.
It’s another thing entirely – to roast your children in a tanning bed.
I love a tan like nobody’s business, but really this woman is giving tanners a bad name.
I never thought I could say this – but someone took GTL a little too far.
I’m so glad it wasn’t me for once!
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